I make us some blue tea/ ask you to sit with me/ we talk about morning glories...

Sometimes just a wordIs a commune of meaning,Its utteranceThe entire journeyFrom where you standTo the mid-poem......

To be kind you must turn into a tree, and live very long....

I yelled and yelled madly in the state that was ‘not me’ But the devil...

because you are here, holdingyour coffee mugs embossedwith trees, looking rightthrough me at reflectionsin wells of......

If your lover is afflicted with diabetes don’t abandon him, His heels might stop lending support......

After he leaves for the airport the dust from his shoes settles on the floor....

(i)a silent lizardflicks its tail,patient companionas I sit staring at the fanwhirring above the hospital bed.......

Like a ribbed Sun My days are grey strips Shuffling through swaths Of your glowing kindness...