Monday, February 15, 2016

Roses are Red

It's been a whirlwind
since the last rose was presented.
It sits decayed
and getting less beautiful still
beneath pages rarely opened.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

The Size of a Heart

Lean into me
and you shall know
the exact measurement
of the heart in this vessel
often equated to a lion’s.



Letter From an Old Poet

 I Day two thousand  one hundred and ninety-one. Our little blue marble has made one modest revolution  around our honey-sweet sun  si...