Category: Poetry

Old Soul

When my damaged heart can find no sustained relief you are what my old soul needs to shake me from my grief.

Fried Squirrel in Disguise

My sister and I sat down to supper looking at our plates we asked what is this mom? Fried squirrel, now eat, do you need some sweet butter?

Haibun: Twilight

I sit in the garden at dusk, watching the sky change from turquoise to amber red gold. The silhouettes of the trees are in stark contrast, midnight black against a vivid palette. I take a sip of bold red wine- it’s a cabernet kind… Continue Reading “Haibun: Twilight”

She Should

She should forget her passions and innermost desires incinerate her wants and needs build a gasoline fired funeral pyre tie them all to the killing stake burning away her emotions as her soul forsakes who she is.

Darkness

Darkness rides on wings of ravens

See

I see you, standing there with your passionate eyes feasting on my supple body a steady throbbing deep inside do you want this maiden fair?

Tanka: A Beautiful Mess

Come frolic my love cool Spring breezes whispering hot passion stolen under bright stars canopy sway my darling, to our song.