Inside Of The Outside

There is a nip in the air tonight. Outside it’s cold; my throat is sore, And I miss you. I miss you more Than you can imagine, alrig...

I bump into you again— Remnants of what remain Are scattered, haphazardly On the ground, on you and me. Nobody picks them; they ...

October Moon You October moon Will be leaving soon Again, to go away To another maroon. I wish that you would stay, That your s...

The Perfect Date Every day I stand outside your gate With much intent to see if fate Has something in store so that we May get ...

The Lesser Valued Friendships I made friends With the lonely corridor On the first floor At the far end Of which I would stand ...

  I had to say something. I REALLY had to say something... but I forgot. And I'm in no mood to retrace thoughts, so I'll just let i...

Your Callipygian Frame Did I say your callipygian frame, Could put many women to shame? Women who have worked hard for years, On...

Sonnet XII I would say this to you if my tongue would speak The words I will it to: you are growing More and more beaut...

My Passive Love Forlorn My passive love forlorn Is by the borders strewn, And so the wind gale’s charm, Has been long away gone...

'We both know what memories can bring — they bring diamonds and rust.'                                                      Joan B...