Me

I am no mystery. I worry too much.  Sleep too little. I argue too loudly. I praise profusely. I hide …

A Journey

This is one of the first poems I ever wrote and one of the first dozen posts I ever made …

Awareness

She confessed with audacious honesty that no man had ever “taken” her with brute strength and unbridled desire. She looked away …

Strategy

She tucked her bare feet beneath her, just a plea away from being on her knees.  She trembled from the …

The Impossible?

The eyes do speak of silent allure The fingers reach for impossible shores No safe harbor for the fantasies they …