After they broke up
we continued to like him...
When we met we were silent
- a glance...
From the time I held you
for the first ever...
The air is heavy with your perfume
pulls me to you like a homing dove...
Eyes will be windows
to the soul unless you are...
However often I recycle the screen
it takes me nowhere except the same...
Nihilism used to
plague me until I found out...
Roses for your girl
but when you are long married...
My final night in the desert isle
that is San Antonio; dark...
Sometimes bitter disappointment
keeps you from remembering...
I should not need fear
being grateful for blessings...
How do I enter
the weekly contest...