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My stories

The End of an Affair

You were easily hooked when I found you in mid-winter, met you on a cool date to melt the ice so we both could breathe. Ring a ring a roses, you brought your posies You could have been a lion

The Story of my Husband and his Lovers

Over the years my husband had a string of lovers. Trying to take it lightly.....

Autumn Song

Ah, those emerald ephemeral days, they pass with seasons! The early autumn months where greens have reason to convert to gold. A trace of blood imbues the speckled scene with thought like dabbled shades of sadness,

Last Journey

Last Journey All you have to do is come for me, like the evening comes, held by trees, all protective and all tenderly. Bring your softness in an orange fleece, sweet with birdsong, darkening, nocturnal,

My shy moon shadow

As time dissolves to no return, I'll be the urn that still keeps standing, loam-based, tall, holding in essence, what I am and all that I will ever be and can sustain: Silent, earthen and earthly,

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