What Makes Good Art?

A critique of art critics

First Time

He swam through currents of flowing darkness,
careful to rock with the ebb and flow
of her hips — her breath — her soul.
Her eyes were…

What About French?

Scribe: Your weekly digest

This Junction

Half awake or half asleep 
we can sometimes find 
each other 
for a moment 
there is an opening 
in our hearts enough 
for the…

Comfort Does Not Come Easily to Me

Every time I get comfortable, they leave

The Snowman

A Poem

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Cold wind growls

Smell The Flowers

Enjoy the moment tanka poem

I Fell for You

Unbridled love…

I fell for you in summer,
When July’s hot breath
Panted upon us,
When twilight…

Each Day More Beautiful

Each day more beautiful 
than the last 
Red and gold embers of the season 
glow in the woods behind my house 
and the…