[“Your mistake is you tell the king what he can...
- Sir Thomas Moore to Cromwell, A Man For All...

"If we conquer this mountain then we conquer...
Once I groveled...

Maturity test:
you cease to identify...

A rose grows before
an Aztec calendar...

We call Raja our vampire cat:
he comes to us only in the night...

Bold young crepe myrtle
smooth bark with limbs that reach up...

Twin swirls of silver beauty
flash pleasurably in the pool below...

Freedom
to become...

Freed of loathsome town
we stalk befogged tracks...

Do I know that you're toxic?
How could I miss it, love...

I've served my time entrusted
with raising children and their friends...

A bittersweet joy:
starting the last book of your...