Category: Poetry

Sherwood was the kind of guy everyone admired. Just like his name implied, sure and steady, strong and sturdy, just like a piece of wood. (to be continued)

9/11 one month later on the lawn at a concert kd lang and tony bennet huge orange moon hangs over the dry hillside where several cows linger lowing and kd and tony sing and the band plays I lie within my lover’s arms sheltered from the night chill the big orange moon hangs … and… Continue reading poem 9/11

I wonder why he loves me so? And he says that I am a Goddess and he is merely one of my minions… I, on the other hand, Think the Earth revolves around HIM and He is The Sun –

“The way my husband loves me Makes me love myself more.” “Beautiful Japan Poetic in  the face of disaster – Tsunami”

She isn’t a shark, but she can swim with the fishes – a dolphin?