{Na}Scent Traces
on fingertips remain{s} heady, fragrant reminder of what has cum
Category: Poetry and Noetry
Morning Fog
The grass is asleepunder its sheet of frost,covered ina blanket of fog wisping threadbareunder the sun’sstolid gaze. Like me, the earth prefers her beauty sleep. Even the traffic today is… Read more »
Blanket
draped heavy and wet, weighted soft over textured nettle, soothing cool over stalwart rough, white blankets green so too we lay still, cocooned in the quiet un-warm blue until heat… Read more »
Tales
There are stories here, chronicled in the contours of bent limbs, waiting to unfold. Settle in. Get lost between the lines with me.