‘Tis the Season

I am not myself. I am a flawed mannequin of motions, emotionless. Or cocooned in numbness. A sticky web of … More

A Posy

A handful of whispered wishes clutched tightly in a withered fist. Lavender lies sprinkled from cirrus clouds and lullabies tattooed … More

In verdant ocean of lonesome hue I sunbathe in the nude My needs, gangly and awkward On display for all … More

His smile, quicksilver on a midnight sigh. Illuminating needs I thought had resigned. My skin heated in sin and savagery, … More

*I guess one cannot be a tempest without being a bit temperamental. I have times of rich darkness, sultry naughtiness, … More

I’m a mother. Appreciate me. I am a business woman. Respect me. I’m a writer. Read me. I’m a photographer. … More

Mind of shadows and blurred needs. Battle of disguises and crumbled masks. Words of substance that melt into nonexistence. Body … More

Their wishes floated between them Black and white in fluid certainty Yet, it was the unspoken gray needs that they … More

An answer to prayers left unspoken, communicated by stories untold Fantasies distilled in poetry swallowed in hushed pain waiting to … More

There is no gag, but I dare not speak. Not because of fear of punishment (which I do desire), but … More