Miss Tina, resplendent in stilettos and fishnet, lace-up black bustier, size 38c, cracks her whip

A Wilderness Pantoum The world has forgotten what quiet… And what does our wilderness mean? Is it a meadow, the sky or a strea… perhaps a mountaintop or a lone su…

What Le Nôtre understood was the serenity of order. The calmness which comes from perfect privet cones arranged in a large domain:

When you carry all that you love w… you do not feel the melting sun or the scourging wind or the sand that finds even the sm… to place its hurt, often in an ago…

The Long Night’s Moon Has Come I wander the world dwelling in one dark blue eventide after another, Frequenting mountains, caves, fore… and other lonely places,

Attempting a spring day’s meditati… reading, drowsing, the birds all a… Then the neighbor gets caught up in yet another project: buzz saw o… thump goes the cut wood

My neighbor planted a peach tree some years ago and every summer I watched as the bees landed on open blossoms only to be swallo… by pink voluptuousness.

Wind-tipped, then wind-drunk up went the sails into a fine bill… my crow’s nest of a life in full world-tilt as the rolling waves carried us ou…

A Tattered Beauty Pale coral dots stitch the edges of dark purple wings outstretched in a glory of blue iridescence. You rest on the leaf casually