- almost there . . .
- empty tree-- . . .
- morning coffee . . .
- Hidden by the fog, . . .
- Sunreal . . .
- the wind howling horizon on a wave . . .
- Clouds building outside . . .
- The way I rake the desert :: that would be my pove . . .
- stars . . .
- the lie . . .
- the hem of my dress . . .
- remission — . . .
- in . . .
- snatched by the wind, . . .
- in between . . .
- covered with blossoms . . .
- On a bed of leaves, . . .
- low tide . . . . . .
- riverside wedding — . . .
- green tractor plowing . . .
- row houses . . .
- Another weekend over, under a sky of stars I empty . . .
Archive for June, 2010
- almost there . . .
- empty tree--
. . .
- morning coffee . . .
- Hidden by the fog, . . .
- Sunreal . . .
- the wind howling horizon on a wave . . .
- Clouds building outside . . .
- The way I rake the desert :: that would be my pove . . .
- stars . . .
- the lie . . .
- the hem of my dress . . .
- remission — . . .
- in . . .
- snatched by the wind, . . .
- in between . . .
- covered with blossoms . . .
- On a bed of leaves, . . .
- low tide . . . . . .
- riverside wedding — . . .
- green tractor plowing . . .
- row houses . . .
- Another weekend over, under a sky of stars I empty . . .