Come taste my gifts said Ceres for I have the horn of plenty to savor, Buttery gourds, ripe tomatoes, sweet golden ears of corn All grown from my fertile breast, a profusion of interesting flavors Advertisements
The tick, tick, ticking clock resounds off the walls of the tiny room, reminding her each second she is alone. It’s always the same, she awakens, moves to the window and sits. Waiting.
The scent of earth after a gentle rain Memories washed in shades of autumn’s gold Tempers the black grief, relieves the harsh pain Seasons changing leaves once brilliant yet cold
Time, so precious here and now in the winter of my life as I ponder what I’ve done and what I’ll leave behind
Today is overcast with sporadic rain showers. I wished for rain on my birthday and here it is. Unusual for Arizona. While running an errand, I look up into the slate sky and I see them. Flying above the neighborhood community whose cruel nickname…
Her heart once laid among the ruins of a crumbling wall broken shards from promises made but never kept but then he came along, and she with relief… wept
Her clay, cool and smooth her body voluptuous and round shapely goddess watching over as my soul soars unbound she takes me places in my heart I’ve never been before asking me to sail with her along uncharted shores
Good Morning Everyone- I am thrilled to announce that my poem Under The Plum Tree has been published in today’s online issue of Vita Brevis the Modern Poetry Magazine.
a hat to cover the body of our master withered pampas leaves Shinshi (haigo of Takarai Kikaku)
Sun dogs and moon bows Crystal Prisms and rainbows Relieved of any constrictions Lay their colors upon my soul While I, within creative throes Of writing with utter conviction
In the dreaming hours juxtaposed between keeping watch on the ticking clock and
“Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. “- Pedro Calderon de la Barca What color