A dumber bird never crashed/ into clear glass, my heart,/ long shed of feathers, a dead/ thing’s milk,

Running through thick chaparral/ the Coyote/ weatherbeaten smuggler/ of human cargo/ abandons

My finger banged on the tiny doorbell. I paced back and forth trying not to fall off the tiny step. Finally,

Near the seaport of Gouvia there is a small beach from which one can see the profile of the island

Walking in a dark and/ dense forest, I reached/ a sunlit spot and tiny creek/ was running there and/ a

They say the final moments before one dies, the brain replays important scenes that occurred in their lifetime

Every night I ask my dreams/ to where we shall journey this eve/ & Spiritual selves/ gather around, hands

A ragged ship departs port/ & starts its journey down/ the Amazon Basin, dusk/ wrapping brilliant sunset

She removes the left shoe/ the hospital wristband/ the right shoe with the shoestrings frayed/ then she wanders

The clementine/ in the drainage ditch/ has found an/ unexpected niche/ the only fresh orange/ in miles of

When they visit/ I force them to flutter/ through my waking hours/ like kaleidoscope butterflies/ and their

The gale galloped over/ the exposed spine of the earth/ like a stampede of wild bison/ It raked across the

I can change my thoughts/ Corral them into a sunny/ Meadow/ Spin them until they/ Laugh/ I can fold

Out the garage/ and into the veins/ of the city// to work for our pay/ to pay for the house/ to live near the

We see the good side,/ the part that twinkles,/ the light that we follow.// I look up,/ and I admire,/ from the

I look at myself,/ in the mirror,/ reflecting my persona./ I touch up my makeup,/ just a notch,/ but suddenly, I

She was heavenly/ She was calm/ She was motherly/ She was pure/ She was peaceful/ She was the light

The handful of young men and women invited to the house on Liberty Street united in a common goal:

The hours are to be trusted in the rigor of their length./ As the day wears on, skin flakes mark your absence.

Bubbles of sounds/ in red orange and blue/ sparkling their way/ through the night sky,/ drifting like