How many years have gone by since that very day When I saw you being carried away Your beautiful bosom crushed by the war While I stood in silence and said no word? Let those years pass into where they must go Into the world where memories must go I shall stay here and wait... Continue Reading →

I watered you for 34 years, Repotted and trimmed your leaves, Fed you fertilizer and let the sun Have its way with you all day long. You spent winters indoors and summers In Los Angeles on my balcony. You adapted to Canadian winters By relinquishing half your soul. Gifted to me as a cutting, You... Continue Reading →

Magic Words They say you have a magic tongue that can weave the words falling from your mouth into tapestries laced with gold thread. Curl the words into scented ringlets of flowers formed by petals shining like stars even in the sunlight. I want to catch them and hold on to them without any rearranging.... Continue Reading →

Its shell allows the lobster to grow in a constant state of infinite metamorphosis, adapting by needling its plumpness into every salty nook and cranny of armor like polycarbonate, both in simultaneous protection and prison, until, at last, it shatters the proverbial ceiling and wriggles free its naked, ancient body out into the sea’s thousand... Continue Reading →

She stood where the soil was tender. She saw the wind ripple and wave. Her pond and lake were dry, her hair smelled of salt and sea. She was here for love. Still, even now, she returns, watching and waiting. The earth is damp, though, smells of clay … she will not leave. Photo by... Continue Reading →

Our nocturnal conversations Have ceased You are gone You are fading Into past tense Just me. This Pandemic Time’s thief And my fleeting moments Of peace with you Holding you one last time. I remain heartbroken Less angry More pensive than sorrowful Still easily tears tug quickly The abyss of your life A blinding dark... Continue Reading →

The Summer is slowly passing, and the green is dying, The garden of flowers loses its color, The white storks, slowly, slowly are being lost in the heights, Tomorrow's world will be much duller. The scent of the flower perishes in steam at dusk, It smells like a dried, baked rusk. In grandparent's yard, under... Continue Reading →

long ago when you were very young you sat alone on the beach and wrote you name on the sand then the ocean waves came quietly and carried it away far away to a distant shore where today a lone dead tree stands still bearing your very name lost and gone long ago Photo by... Continue Reading →

Rain from the north, about trees mist is lifting. We have come here for a short space as though blown by some reckoning havoc. At first it was unconvincing, that grey, ineluctable vapor, those droplets, sparse & thin. Then the wind billowed & such gales, celestial presences, enveloped us sheet-swept. Like figures at a party,... Continue Reading →

An orange sun descends like a slow-mo yo-yo toward where this Great Lake’s turned purple. I’d wanted it to sing back-up to a love song but as it dripped from its last slip of cloud like a tear from a bloody lid I knew meager romance was doomed. Nature— her two-faced refrain: one moment a... Continue Reading →