I've been stealing secrets
from this little conch...

Don't worry, Autumn
you'll always be my daffodil...

I scrutinize the pith
of poetry...

After many, many months of obedient refusal
this morning, I embraced my pen intimately...

The temptation of you,
took the angel right out of me...

Life is a mystery
dreams, an empty well...

JC is a blob of a man,
he acts like a monkey...

She cries
fields of daisies...

I do not own exquisitely worded phrases
that could possibly explain why...

Quite often
we spoke in...

Dear,
My words are stars that cannot conceive...

I laughed today,
in impetuous fits of giggles...