WORDS OF CHANGE

  My muse has gone silent, leaving me  alone with unformed phrases and words in random patterns. We played joyfully together last spring c...

  The fickle wind of time has taken you from me leaving me lost and lonely.   Together, forever, we said not accounting for the fickle wind ...

  Flocks of geese gather take flight in v-formations southward, without me Published  in Quillkeepers Press  anthology, "Harvest...

  Greetings your Majesty, Ruler of the Two Lands Please accept these humble offerings       pots of milk and beer to quench your thirst     ...

  And when it was all said, a solemn hush descended ‘cept for the flute’s sweet notes Danny Boy rising above the trees, shimmering leaves ap...

  MPS Monthly Prompt - Eros Chapter

The diver takes flight with mid-air acrobatics Graceful as a bird   featured in Australian Writer's Centre top 60 Olympic Haiku