written 1998
She’s having her party early Today Otis Cornelius Skinner’s away She’ll play with her dogs She’ll play with her cats
Her love for him is so strong, That with him can never go wrong. He died upon the cross for her, And for this her heart will always… He is the Lord Love,
Kokopelli, Kokopelli, far-off cal… Silver notes like star-shine falli… Warm as honey, warm as semen, midn… Silver strands into her dreaming. Hard-lived in days of turquoise sk…
Another season has come to pass; Another page in the book of her li… Too many years apart have passed b… So many harsh lessons to be learne… Thirteen years since that fateful…
Across the valley from high on a m… The shadows flicker and lights dan… As the glow from the cities inflam… Her adoration of life is enhanced. As she continues to gaze at the sp…
When you were born How happy she is, that As little as you could feel Her love for you is divine. Day by day as she sees you grow
They fall in love without knowing… There are no words spoken at all. There are only words spoken with t… Though neither one knows what is h… Their hearts float from the bodies…
Come the night on velvet wings, Ephemeral chorus rings. Melodic silence fills the calm, Awaits the mist-like rays of dawn. Tranquil beauty of the night
Every day there are new broken dre… Killed by he can’t and you can’t. Broken hearts and ambition line th… Like clouds line the sky, Left there to refer back to as ano…
Sometimes when she’s all alone She wonders why you’re gone. Why you went and left her On this earth all alone She wonders what you’re thinking
As he walks, alone, wondering Not knowing where Approaching a fine strong frame So new, Standing alone Waiting for someone to cross.
She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody
The stars slowly fade and fade, As the sun comes up ray by ray. The birds are chirping To warn them all, That summer has almost
Down by the river, Where the green chilies dry, Where the peppers are sorted & siz… Down by the river, Where the herons’ dark shadows,
Aunt Maude Anderson, her Auntie, Wrinkles carved in your gentle fac… Where children’s exploring paws Once found a place— A place to feel warmth of sun and…