Five ways to make perfume. I Blade the neck of flowers. Distill oil, soft as vanilla. II First bite into apple. Growing a thin amber of silk wings. Upon another layer, threads. V Moonlight on your arms. The fruit of my desire.

I always envied those kids. I mean, I know they say having a father figure is important to childhood development or whatever, but. Thursday, May 14, 2015.

Sunday, February 25, 2018. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. Sunday, January 12, 2014. Branches brush against the sky. I know what I think. I write to hear what you think.

I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem. Thursday, March 22, 2018. In the Heart of Shadows. Photo by Siri from Pexels. Breaks time into dreams,. We dance hip to hip,. Along our skin only we know,. And slip out of worry into union. In our room of escape. A Kiss, A Charm.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Monday, March 26, 2018. Dawn is whipping up sky in. And egging me to rise. Flinging away the lingering winter chill. And push my tiny green fingertip up-. A spring bud above cold soil. Quadrille, hosted by Kim M. This is post of 44 words, with the word - egg. See you at 3pm EST.

Knee-jerk poetry and other reflex observations addressing love, life, and the politically correct world. Saturday, July 20, 2013. Thursday, June 21, 2012. The thin layer of shiny. On top of polished wood. Look not at the grain underneath. The etching away of knots. Acknowledge not the sanding away. The shaving of circle into square. Into the newly socially acceptable.