Life Could Be a Dream
I saw before me hordes of players of an ancient game, The rules of which I could not fathom, no …
Star-crossed
You used to read out our horoscopes over lazy breakfasts with the Sunday rags. We’d giggle at “romance in unexpected …
The Angels Weep for Us
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
It’s Friday, People
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Island Summer
Forgetful of shouldn’t and don’t we lost ourselves in the shimmer of summer casting off restrictions with our clothes. As …
Once Soft and Smooth
Soft, soothing hands would rock a crying son To sleep; would clap and cheer when he would run; Then work …
Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …