While on a ride along the Juhu Beach/ you're bickering for/ a rainbow-clad propensity/ mixed with

Each day I quell the silence that/Drips/ Drips/ Drips/ Into my space./ Between my four walls the absence of noise is

The moon melts/ Onto black blue/ Plates of ocean night/ Miasmic/ Like holey swiss/ As dropsical/ White rays/ Say

Oars cast ripples/ through clear water./ Turtles stretch/ beneath luxurious sun./ Foxgloves on shore/ ring their

My wife and I have been walking/ through the woods, We’re tired./ Pale lavender and blue flowers/ invite us to

Even the quality/ of an alley/ long after the rain/ Even the scent/ of a northern/ summer morning

Blood red poppies artfully arranged/ in a tall, angular container,/ riffle their crinkled petals/ in the trifling breeze

In the dark of forests, only a scant beam/ of moonlight filters through the mire of branches./ Men I can barely

With a new spring all around upon us/ Gently disturbing the cold slumber on Earth,/ I found myself turning around

To be a branch that lifts and grows/ toward the sky as waxy-white blooms/ open to lemony scents./ To be striped

it’s another summer sunset/ and stars begin to remember their names/ where the scent of roses and mimosa

You, impetuous and naughty,/ played the game of Hide-and-Seek with me,/ could not stop running till your

Jason Pike was universally loved by his employees, and he had won the Grocery Gala chain’s Manager of

I saw you snuggled there/ spine curled damply inward/ amid wild strawberry leaves/ taut berry stems, spiky

Doves, light as feathers, take flight/ Outstretched wings, expansive span/ Unison, they flock united

Fog heavy over the riverbank,/ cotton-thick, an echo of gray./ Solitude fastens its teeth,/ and I ache from

It was on a backwoods highway, snaking/ through a dense forest of pines,/ that we encountered the angel 

Many trees, the traveller’s seen/ Though their names, she never learnt/ But along the road, she sowed

they settled/ their duel/ with a sweatshirt// an agreement,/ after/ thirty years war// that the/ black in front

The corner’s missed assignment, bump and run,/ allows you to break free. You separate/ one stride, then