her damp hair
turns golden by the fire —
winter rain
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My creative interest lies in the opportunities for collaborative poetry projects on the internet. I have been able to work with poets from Europe, Australia, Asia, and from coast to coast in the US. I currently reside in nyc and on the world wide web.
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snowy landscape
winter’s rain …
evergrowing gaping wounds
After the hair’s drying
all gold of the old woman
excenged for pure silver
cool morning jog
frond with eyes on my pace
mechanical movement
–
upright brown palm fronds
even two green branches —
suddenly flies away