
My Poetry and Prose Blogology

Our Forest Home
“raindrops feel different in spring / drizzling anxious bark / melting our xylem frosts / pumping hushed hope…”


Clouds Cloak Fervent Suns
“clouds cloak fervent suns
helping us grow and stand firm
in soft rains of hope”


Infinite Tears
electrified in trembling
voltages of the night
I roll myself over
to gaze into your eyes…