The red river settles into mountain’s hollow space; Lovers embrace.
Black owl shrieking on the ledge. A tree limb breaks under the weight of snow.
Dorothy Has Been Compromised I am want and rain. I am not melt. I am yellow slicker, knickers, ruby slippers.
The dogwood blossom shines white Beneath a sky full with sun.
Red lanterns glowing above the narrow path call home the wandering moth.
A blanket of snow shines silver in the night sun; February sleeps.
She watched a small bird chirping, building a fine nest at love’s closed window.
Beneath the thinning ice A small streamlet flows; Spring is made of my heart.
I dressed and slipped out the back door while he was in the shower. I was ten miles away when my mobile pinged with a text message from him asking, “where’d you go?” I rolled down the window and continued the 30 miles drive north, the ocean to my left, Solange’s A Seat at the Table filling the car and fueling my thoughts (at times to the point of tears), to my favorite harborside cafe and then to the bookstore to pick… Keep Reading