Hello from my blue dress, blue eyes, and the beach in Positano. It’s almost a starry night. So let’s talk about blue. A very special shade of blue. Blue mirrors, blue oranges, the bluish eyes of flame, blue moonlight on my skin, my prince of blue, I want...
low tides and little rain, the canals are quietand warmer in their knowing, i call your name, you, you, you for whom i loud in soul and heart despite the cloudstrying to conjure the thunderheads solid blues, slow vinyl records,i remembered that for you i left the back...
I was recently asked a question, and thought that today we can unfold the situation together as it may apply to many people and be of benefit. Dear Lubomira, My son has been having a hard time lately and I am constantly getting calls from his teacher about his...
black tea and wild blossomsof course you have to add the rose petals lukewarm, untastednight-fulls,water leans against the spoonlike a body in the night, skin-prayer you want me moonlight shows meyour unshaved face that i love so...
black is still warm water in cast iron teapot, is soft intimate, sensate like lover’s silk black, as night quiet where stars kiss on my inner sleeve, unspoken promises and vows are kept forever in the wombed room and i am only his tiny plutonian moon with the...
