the other girls were only tapas good for a drink or two you are a five-course feast   (originally published in Three Line Poetry)

Out of Sync

We are two watches set for different time zones. I steal across the bedroom like a thief pants draped over my arm shoes and socks in hand while you sleep on.   I clean up after lunch while you sit Read more ›

Selva Negra

From our Hobbit housenestled betweenorchids and canna lillieswith a garden of bromeliadssprouting from its roof,you can hear the ghostly howlsof the monkeysthe bereft cries of the owlsthe electric trilling of the birdsthe honking of pink-tongued geeseas they strut up and Read more ›