Imagine looking for your grandma and finding her floral caftan with matching pink furry slippers, the floral citrus smell of Channel #5 still hanging in…
Imagine looking for your grandma and finding her floral caftan with matching pink furry slippers, the floral citrus smell of Channel #5 still hanging in…
My dreams stretch along a certain expanse of highway where space hangs in loops of golden unison where the ghost towns mix with sunflower fields…
The Art Teacher has left town in her shiny Mini Cooper, starlight blue headed into the city She has abandoned the art lab the student…
I gave you butterflies and a freedom compass a sure route to the North Star a desert of sugared sands to sweeten the fallout from…
These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand…
A fairy tale parcel an invitation to be unfolded as the silvery shadows of evening deepen draping us in the lustrous purple robes of mystery…
In a pool of liquid gold evening melts on the horizon a feathered angel swims into the fading light amidst the soft rustle of fall…
This August day saturated in frost as the dark penetrates the light that sultry moon gliding and giddy with ravishing charm skirted briefly the path…
The sky is on fire ruby red sunset streaked with desire as if painted fish swim the the mountains A path spilling from the hills…
In the strawberry-hued fields of youth you sat there painted girl with flowers in your hair lavender swirling in the sky with soft fury Princess,…