Daily I stroll city streets, where black tops and guided white lines stretch for miles. Gazing upon...
Local Poetry
The old, stone church (or was it brick?) stood illuminated in front of a waning moon. Small...
Wherever here is- Floating. Just floating. Trusting yourself. Toes up. Palms up. Calm yourself. Slow your breathing....
Winter season of no snow,Bare limbs and surviving willowed leaves,Brisk air in opening doors,Burning sun through frosted...
I. Painting The ephemeral colors dancing on the horizonin a daring ballet of lavenders,not purple,and rust, like...
It is best in Spring. The blooms that the lilies bring. The songs that the birds sing....
Years ago, sitting by the phone anticipating a call- Waiting for the clock to roll over and...
Holidays are always merry for most. Aromatic smells of mahogany, cherry, and wood oak Fill up the...
