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there are days when I forget how you left me wilting in the rain - a doll in wet stockings outside that café on Left Street th..

heat rises in wrinkled waves here, beside the pool, as I lay cheek to concrete, draining the liquid from my ears, but still the soun..

an army of ants built this hill moved the earth and cut the door created arteries in the copper sand with single-minded acquiescence ..

A walk would do me good, they said - a brisk jaunt at water’s edge, to stain my pale skin pink, and fill my lungs with hopeful ..

all women have secrets -- little treasures hidden in boxes decorated with dream-silk and - perhaps -aribbon of guilt what we h..

There is a chill to this October eve, enveloping me like a bride’s veil, all gossamer and silk-- white roses blooming along ha..

There are gradients of love - deep hues without grace of names, that taste of mango and honeyed pear. I search with my fingertips..

the water is boiling pasta swims beneath sparingly salted eruptions, as I uncork the wine tonight Merlot splashes into a curved top B..

what are we if not the foundations of a beginning dawn breaking lightly upon a sleeping city upon this house, waking first the Palms ..

incandescent circling this is life, as we paint the sky like fluorescing insects connecting the dots of constellations buzzing ev..