I miss the days
when morning tide would greet me...

I miss you
and my poetry has suffered immensely...

I'd like to be your daffodil
and kiss you with my petals...

Truth is a conspiracy
said the mindless tongue...

It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten...

Lately I've been craving fruit
the red kind...

I love my little dictionary
it's cute and compact enough...

Last Friday I twirled around a club
called "The Break&quot...

After many, many months of obedient refusal
this morning, I embraced my pen intimately...

These modern day girls,
they don't fall in love...

This restlessness won't leave me,
it buzzes about my chest...

I want to find my heart
an anchor...