dreaming between the pages

Boat-rides I love the way he’d look at me As though I was a pleasant surprise Each and every time His eyes would turn my way. ...

Winter in Japan When I was young, a sleeping god thought long-dead came awake in anger, fire, and ash falling softly from ...

A Force of Nature: Office Crush Sidelong glances, Surreptitious looks, Shy Good morning-s Thank you-s and Excuse me-s.  My f...

A friend of mine, a Japanese lady, gave me this poem today.   It is so simple and elegant, and yet so profound.  My friend told me that it...

  Unscene #6:  A dreamful young person asked me, "What's a kiss like?"  I laughed. “The Kiss” (a sudden poem)  I...

Forgive me, Mother, for giving birth to nothing but these cold bloody stones. May I still be a woman? May this torn womb still bear the chil...

I caught him looking at me.  He looked away once our eyes met.  That’s what we do when we’re caught looking at someone.  I l...

If I retraced the steps I took walking away from you, would it matter? If I took back the words I traded with you, would it change any...

How good to see you again. Your smile from across the table is the best garnish for this pumpkin and carrot soup gone cold o...

I seem to have lost my touch, and it is really making me sad. I used to write, you see.  I used to be able to write. But now I can't ...

I would rather not see the world without him who shall love me. This bed shall be haven and Hell will not have me until he fin...

just the other day I was told I could be a poet. So I tried to write fancy dancing worded nonsense. Of course I wish it were true and...

I am missing you who claim me- a ward, a follower. Lost, I find myself amidst these other nameless faces. I am missing you whom I cannot kee...

Passing fancy, I catch the corner of your eye. I’m yours and you’re mine only for a little while. Passing fancy, I measure your breath with ...

I am not angry or upset over what I cannot control. I won’t seek to blame the world or anyone else. I am only what I am, not stupid… sometim...

Flutter from the pit of my stomach, I reel and the world reeled with me. Sway slow, slow dance on my feet, on my toes. I float down the dept...

Falling into sleep, your kiss is the breath flowing down my throat, into my chest and back out again. I exhale with my mouth open wide, my e...

Blind man by the road Clutches old-cold guitar, Playing back the warmth Of days long gone. “Spare a coin for a starving man,” Says he, with ...

Is it not unfair, how you give me this burden of words and colors? I never did ask for any time. None of it was mine in the first place; lik...

I breathe the passing moments in another woman’s dress. In the next two minutes, I am beautiful and beloved. Her music is mine, and the tear...