My Poetry and Prose Blogology
I May Be Old, But We’re Still Young
“stars fall from heaven
before our love melts in time…”
What’s in a Name?
"dark waters haunt me—
with my Scottish name—Douglas
meaning dark river..."
Angels in Her Garden
“beneath leaves of shade
countless ancestors water
a blooming garden…”
A Shrill Moon
“howls revere spring nights
her masked moon shivers tales
in strawberry light…”