Excerpt from “Every Sentence”:

Every sentence is an act of love
in the miracle that is this body…


Excerpt from “Ladder to the Moon”:

the earth, with its mangos and melons,
shines thru the Norway maples
and weeping willows.


Excerpt from “As My Lover and I Kiss”:

As we cool down, the distances
we stare into
are only ourselves.
We get up and shower.
And like some forgetful muse,
you still toss your charm around.


Excerpt from “Celebration for a Lover Man”:

Yet he can hear bells ringing
pizzicati of the geological strings
a frenzy from the piccolos
and steady poundings of the bass drum.