How do we know if we//Live in poetic prose...
Life in Poetic Prose
Felicity Fawning
And what would you do with life lived like this//Felicity fawning and hearty with bliss...
Elegant Tracings
I look up at my Lover-dear and make my way back to kiss her nose
Give Me A Song
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
Without
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. II
...and yet... There is something to behold. Something you least anticipated. Something... forgetive
Under the Stars and the Clouds
You are part of a whole, crafted under the stars and the clouds.
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. I
It's beautiful, isn't it?//This garden of hardy weeds//This muted symphony//This incorrigible springtime
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. XI: The Middle
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
December Rose 