The threat of winter is here and yet somehow at...
so very far away...

I've spent half a lifetime
attempting to rid...

My ears are abuzz with wood sprites
and water nymphs...

Her eyes are
stained glass windows...

You were so slapstick it was
tragic...

The ashes from my cigarette
fall intermittently and mix...

Familiar fires smoulder throughout
my mind...

I used to speak my mind freely-
now I bite my tongue and...

Words fall from my
mouth much like...

I've always had a fascination with fire.
Even a simple strike of a match...

A few swift strokes of my pen
create verbal ecosystems...

I was an abandoned marigold
forced to prosper in the...