Poetry

I do not love words, but I consider them friends.

from “The Sofa”

“Evening Walk, Late December,” in Artfuse (from Pieces of Salem: An Anthology of Salem Voices) [NEW]

From Small, Rectangular, Reflected World

“The Assignment,” in Solstice

“Some Questions for the Chinese Character,” in Artsfuse

And you’re glad that you didn’t swear

too loudly about your little tussle…

from “Side Mirror” in The Common