There's nothing so pleasing
as sitting and easing
'neath a hazel weaved bower
covered in tendrils of sweet pea stems
that blossom with clusters of winged flower gems.

Relaxing and easing
just sitting and seizing
that touch of heavenly bliss
gorged with magenta or cyan blue
flecked with a carmine or ivory striped hue

It's nice to be seizing
that fragrant smell, teasing
my nosey perfume senses
with multi toned aroma filled shades
from rosy pastels, to violets and jades.

pivotal
this brush
against each other
the mirror knows our lies
a cabinet of thieves
like that finger of wind
through the vines

glitter and go
adjusting the bold
dusted black
cupping your breasts
your smooth spine
the valley of your back
how my hands
sooth the warmth
and strength
your weakness
to me exposed

we drive
the wheels
flashing
along the windows
the trees expressing
the light
like film
staggered like slashes

(In the early morning hours, Sasha emerges from her captor’s home/prison. This was several days after one of her alter-egos reared its ugly head and ended the immediate hell they were facing. She had spent those last few days in the house watching the body of her kidnapper rot in a mess of his own dried blood until she could take it no more. “Rescued” as an infant and held in a single locked room, with no one else around but herself and the old man who had taken her, this was her first exposure to the outside world.

Season Of The Bitch

Lethal accusations fly from twisted, feral lips
as once again the feces hits the fan
demons skulk in shadow as she places hands on hips
fearing what they cannot understand

eyes flash super-nova as the verbal maelstrom grows
searing soul and sanity with flame
estrogen erupts with words more virulent than blows
causing gods to cringe in mortal shame

A Voice Unheard Dramatic verse

I missed you, my son
so far away from home
unable to see you, touch you
don't you know I did all this
for you?

why wouldn't you talk to me
when I called?
greet me with silence?

I want to hear your voice
telling me about your day
about your school, your friends,
Grandma, everything
there's no need for us to grow apart
I love you like no other

If it were in my talents to write a song

the heart of its theme would be you

you are always reminding me

abstain from the melody,

concentrate on the lyrics

they carry your feelings

it is the words you say

you are always speaking to my heart

they do more than that

they have always captured my soul

i want a language in which

only you and I ever share

What Men Hear, What Men Fear
(being an original tale of the epic poem
Ҫaҫo, Man of the Morning Star)

Cast of Characters
Lord General Amos Reid, a robust man of eighty nine
Marla, a lovely girl of twelve

(The cavernous highway deep beneath the River Lurien)

The long shadows engulfed the world
as the night arrived, accompanied
by the Lady Moon and her glittering stars.

In the silence, I looked at the fabric of my life,
moments that have shaped my identity,
a journey riddled with long and short trials
testing me until I bloomed in maturity.

I saw past follies when I was young and naive,
thinking that I could face the world on my own,
only to learn despair waiting at a corner
mocking me with his crazed laughter.