Mesquite Ink
Last night the moon rose in an inky sky and I watched the stars blink into being one by one over the expanse of a glittering city . . .
Category: Poetry
Storyteller’s Horizon
Everywhere I walk there is a story and whether or not it wants to be heard I stop and listen . . .
This Earthly Corsage
The rosebud unfolds into full bloom. Sensual breath of winter frosts over flower and diamond blossoms into being . . .
Turkish Delight
Silk laced over with vanilla wine,
tulip blossoms at the throat, the fountain flowing freely over stones worn smooth by moonshine . . .
Gypsy Moon
The gypsy woman dance. Her skirts cup the edges of the moon. She tells her broken story from between crimson lips while silk daubs the sky behind her and indigo letters infiltrate the heartache of her tears . . .
Harlequin Cascade
Walk with me on the empty orchestra stage where the echoes of music past saturate the air and lonely sunshine splashes across the wicked the floor our ballet feet polish smooth . . .
Eve Dreams
Chocolate hearts and peppermint sahuaro kisses. Cups over which steam dances. The caramel and mistletoe . . .