Aerie
Flying over, gliding numb on time that has no when
Tag: love
Sonnet to Old Love
Kissing me delirious, proof we are still young
Wild Children
bloom and show their gift
Bloom Instead
Shaming grace to crawl those final bloody miles.
#SHRM17 Pre-Read
In honor of these memories I do not have, this imagined salute to ~…~ with a wink and a squeeze directed to our curious times.”
Sonnet to a Poem
Painting curvy colors each our favorite
The Eunich
Surrendered to the mob, the choice they make is hate.
Strawberry Blonde
her curls tease me back to Athens
Yeast We Can
her liquid opal eyes
My Morning
nature treats her first the best