Possibilities

Possibilities

For you, I need no eyes. I let them close to feel the dear surprise of your touch on my...

Crazy with Gratitude

Crazy with Gratitude

with thanks for Mary OIiver’s poem, Honey Locust What Oliver said of the bee: “crazy with gratitude, happy as a...

When Breath Suspends

When Breath Suspends

  And when the air has sailed back out, breath suspends. And rests, invisible as a new moon. How I...

Entanglement

Entanglement

In my lifetime, entanglement has turned its meaning on its head. Not the loveless marriage, nor the twisting whale caught...