• Cling

    Why do I
    Cling
    To sorrow
    When I am in fact... more »

  • Extraction

    pen poised
    midair.
    thoughts grasping in the air
    gasping for breath... more »

  • I Look At You...

    Looking at you now,
    I feel heavy,
    and light.... more »

  • The Story Of The Forest Nymph

    Long, long ago in a far-away land, there lived a beautiful forest nymph. She lived alone and preferred to slumber during the day; but once dusk settled in she would arise from her dwellings and the forest would come alive; she would fill the air with her captivating voice and she would dance lithely with the woodland beasts,

    amidst the soft glow of the midnight moon.... more »