Sugar Maple
My lover is a sugar maple tree, her back erect and regal, erudite, her breast replete with summer’s greenery, her …
Category: Metrical
From Humble Dark Beginnings
I grew beneath the shadows where light was hard to find lay there amongst the darkness abandoned, left behind. I …
Heaven Forbid!
“Are these the famous Pearly Gates? And are you that Saint Peter? I’ve heard of both, of course, but always …
The Last Drop
Never want to leave that sunset Value every single ray Though the brightness of the sunshine Spent its youth and …
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[ If I were a painter I’d paint you in colors ]
If I were a painter I’d paint you in colors Of emerald and olive and amaranth-red, Agleam in the beam …
A Single Day
A Mayfly lives a single day So every moment counts. Her time is metered out to her In minuscule amounts. …
Reduced to Ecstasy
Within me beat opposing hearts.The blood in one is light and life the other baleful, dark as death. I am …
The Fickle Finger of Fate
A full stop can sometimes appear in mid-sentence the story could suddenly end in a flash, It’s sad when we find …