The tide does not return what it has taken,  only drifts its hands over the ruin,  salt-lacing the splintered beams,  tonguing the rust-bitten anchor.  I […]

All in all, a poem without punctuation,   a fist full of sky,  a breath held for far too long,   or perhaps a rose on […]

In the shadow of skyscrapers, the air sighs thin,  a whisper of gray, where the sky should begin.  Steel giants loom, with breathless pride,  while […]

Not a rose, not a red-lipped promise.  I give you a garlic clove.  A clove as small as a secret,  wrapped in its own ghost-skin,  […]

I have gathered them for you, cupped in my palms, their skins bruised with the hush of dusk, where the vines tangle, where the blackbirds […]

Your touch, soft as a breeze,  sends a zing through my skin,  a spark lingers   in spaces   between   us  and I find […]