Quench

Drip, drip, drip, the rains come and drop from the ends of ti leaves scorched yellow by ceaseless sun even during this Hawaiian winter while the rest of the country lies deeply buried in drifts of snow or snarled in turbulence of another sort; Drip, drip, drip and I...

For Jim

What is the lens through which we view another? What color and hue, are they sister or brother? Do we place them in boxes without really thinking of sorrows and pleasures, the history winking from under the furrows, aside from the layers the total and sum of the...

Dance

Passion peaks and wanes, conflagrations cannot burn forever, yet if tempered and fed, a gentle glow is maintained, steady heat, protracted afterglow; If we could always remember this moment now, just as we are, tensions resolved in baptismal sweetness, life would be a...

More

Vistas of the inner mind expand before me, always visibly rich, effervescent with possibilities. Some appear through a thin mist while others focus cleanly into view like adjusting the diopter on my camera. Love makes allowances for horizons. Now. When younger...

Thought Tinker

The headaches come and she weeps alone; afraid or is it ashamed to let anyone know the hurt inside, the eye-popping terror of a heart in chains, distress kept private in a world that yearns for performance art; I myself get them rarely, though I am familiar with pain,...