Category Archives: Poetry

We cuddle babies properly when we conform their chests against our own, and raise their scented scalps to meet our lips. They see a face, they feel a heart; this holding plays a vital role with infants or the ill. … Continue reading →

Dehydration The air is dry, and so am I within. We set our clocks to standard time, and yet the temperature’s too warm for fall. My skin is parched to paper and I’m wet with sweat but nothing else: no … Continue reading →

Can life much better get? I feel today as wise as 90 and as lithe as 10, vivacious, self-amused, about to play at work and working play for gain again. I’m somewhat irresistible. I’m told I speak too loudly, but … Continue reading →

The question: do we have a variance in attitude that’s gender-based? Do brains of males more likely sense the broad expanse of forest, while the women see the lanes of trees, and note the shapes of leaves and seeds? It … Continue reading →

My hands are not experienced at this, for unfamiliar is the feel of you. I draw your essence in with every kiss and long to take your length, but this is new to me again; again I’m new confused with … Continue reading →

I don’t know what response to give you now. I wonder: can I leave your words alone? Impelled to answer, I do not know how to meet your sadness fairly. For the tone of recent messages is poignant, blue, in … Continue reading →

As unselfconscious as the autumn light, a clumsy tumble bound of energy with streaming ears and boulder paws aflight atop a springing meadow… Come to me, oh tonic mongrel: be my everfriend. Example me your optimistic view. Remind me more … Continue reading →

I owe the gardener my thanks, for Ken by planting something made me notice what was all around me. Here it is again – the evidence my eyes were in a rut. Remarkable: I must admit the sight of tropic … Continue reading →