Blur of Fur
A blur of fur, it scurries quickly but I hear a meeo-ow, tender, loving, warm. Only, yesterday her eyes, they …
Category: Sentiment
Vespers
The children are all getting ready for bed now, the sun’s throwing lengthening shadows on walls. The heat of the …
Life Viewed From a Window Box
My dear Aimie sits on a window-box cushioned seat watching walkers and cars moving hither and yon through mid-day …
Toward Brighter Nights
Attending school and working in the day I’m occupied, but that’s not true at night. My lonely longing comes when …
Sky Spirits
Although I am, I do not feel alone. I’ve climbed the trail to greet my welkin gods and leave them …
Butterflies
i. Autumn is green in California; I remember lying on my belly, elbows in scratchy grass, chin propped in palms, …
My perfume is sweeter
My perfume is sweeter than Vegas, than streets littered with naked cardboard women, than flashing lights and men impersonating Elvis. …
Another Beach
I visit a beach; a different one under the same sun as the one before. Immediately it dares me to …