Summer Hibernation

As the temperature

creeps toward ninety, we start to

creep toward air conditioned caves.


Swept Away

Flash flood of words –

love and compassion caught in

fierce rip current.



Sometimes the only

way out is down and in those

depths, keys might be found.


Spring Dance

This spring’s polonaise

has been no slow dance. It’s been

a real jitterbug.


I Hear You Now

Tired of little

hints and nudges, my body

claimed its right to scream.