Poetic Prose

Their words like air-blown kisses, Intractable and illuminating

Passions—space is time and time is lost

Touching Silk Between pink painted lips she whispered - her eyes, slanted, flirting - while she stared. She…

Resident for Life A scattering of light crossed my face – lines of cheerfulness replaced that touch of…

Dancing with vulnerable glass quarried limbs, Blind mocking eyes cold as stone

A kick here and there for my Mom, my daughters and me. Rivalry inscribed from birth to grave Sweet…

She can smell the aroma of vanilla and see a bearded man’s pipe. . . until next Friday

Gray Winter Season Gray is the season that withers blossoms dulled by satin frost how they sadly fall cruel…

A prose poem telling the story of a young man who grew into a monster