Unforseeable --Remember that one grain of grit can ruin a whole dish—Katherine Anne Porter Sometimes an otherwise fine Greek meal…
The Owl Counter --for Jim Holyan The owl counter walks the forest edge, his silent boots slide from stump to…
Winter Fog in High Desert Frigid foggy fingers creep in moonlight. Tendrils coalesce, enshroud, then tatter, Spreading through the silent,…
Red There used to be a few compliments about the lovely complexion and more gentle teasing about blushing and several…
Perfect Touch Even now you are mine, the scent of you permeates our sheets. This very minute you could walk…
Open Range You study me from the shotgun seat making me squirm so I point to a cow scratching her…
Ode to Night Poems The many hands of possibility lift me from bed, carry me out into the small hours…
The Mimosa Every hurricane season, I wonder why I bought a house with no basement. If I’d followed advice, I’d…