Pain traces bleeding edges frozen… Prowling ravens turn to coal dust… Inevitably, somber moons of night… Prevailing light travels behind th… It was meant to be, the madness an…

In my dreams a sylph sang whilst silver rain collided and leapt off stone to marine beds, dancing as pirouettes—splashing ballerinas Thus, such a sylph's purging delight beckoned me to ...

Through a vision of the past I’m looking at little hands restin… I’m holding him more gently than… In a moment bringing me my greates… He is so small and fragile

My daughter says, "mommy write me… I pondered for a while, on writing… But I paused within the realizati… She wanted me to write a glass sli… I pictured her sweet cerulean eyes…

Enchanted, he was, lost within the… Like notes dancing across parched… She forms sweetest nourishment of… Turned ravenous delights within ma… To brightest escapes

I long to travel a place fair ’Tis whiter than bright sun Where benevolence is sweet air Breathing lenity spun Where all my yearnings rise golden

I write freedom with the sound of words, like free motion in wind carrying an eagle in flight. In this modern America I’m tired, because it is the wind we beat down as we hinder the sou...

A season of airy hycinths and violets danced as we beheld discovery and sweetness within a genesis of life A juncture, wild and spellbound by heat; we reached balmy shores, after journe...

There was a vermilion sky kissing… We sat on ebony sands in search of… We baked beneath a sun’s valiant f… Our skins bronzed a light, tropica… For several moons we met with morn…

Dawn of north—nature’s winter… Musings in Arctic sky Oh, ye merry dancers sublime! Ripping night’s black glass eye Streaming upon equinoxes

What is Earth? Earth is but a parceled reef, pung…

Songs of merriment croon upon a wh… ’Tis bells golden, singing an allu… A sacred catalyst and Yule whimsy… A stiring of evergreens’ fulfillme… Sustenance rises on love’s delicat…

Fairy-rose lagoon A prim blush of sweetest pith Innocence in heart Pink, calming lagoon A crux of gentility

They—two souls in twain Left not upon this earth a stain Perfectly as they were, hewn toget… Abiding there, for eternities, pla… Deepening their roots—in love, in…

Sakura—a sacred wisp of cherry blo… She is dressed in sanguine grace;… Arrayed in dresses of spring tide… A Somei Yoshino—weeping, billow o… We trace our lives to her edges of…