Behind Closed Windows….

I wrote a verse some years ago, for the man I knew I’d meet.Not for anyone that I knew then, but for what winged story might comeon welcome feet. I was feeling poorly thenbut I knew the weather would changeAs it always does,the sun comes out after the rain. So there I sat, digging up…

The Heart Floats

soft liquid tendrils riding on my breath,images come at twists and turns, some bold and disconcerting,others that either simper or burn. there is a place that scares us,that visits from time to time.it happened beyond our ability, and hence no space or line. …and yet this unwelcome thingis our way of letting go,for through this path, this…