[tabby title="Poem"] Look carefully.Through and beyond that which stares back at you. For she - she is not me...Ponder me this I wonder...There, far off in the distance - where the ocean kisses the sky with such reckless abandon a...

[tabby title="Poem"] Called ‘Cat’s Cradle’, the art displayed,when grandma knitting, wool around,absorbing, simple, games we played,that finger picking, cheek by jowl. We focussed as the shapes evolved,those intricate and complex moves;so often, the puzzle nearly solved,dissolved as laughter as our...

[tabby title="Poem"] Autumn blossoms with untapped opportunitiesEach falling leaf, potential for something new A pendulum swingsThe earth rotates on her axisThe moon transitions through its phases Everything changes, yet we remain unscathedPretty petal plumage almost in reachThe mystery and magic...

[tabby title="Poem"] Pollution is a dirty word -agreement right around the world,though not in common meaning usedin commerce and environment. The business, economic wealthholds health beneath financial stealth;their final will and testamentto future heirs, both scar and scare. Green guardians,...

[tabby title="Poem"] Like the moon does the tideYou draw me in... but never too long.And you like the tide eventually recline. Washing away our footprints in the sandThe only evidence of us and what we once hadDisappears with every cascading...