Daily Archives: July 8, 2012

The Bet:  Youth is mine, uniquely so. I can ride a motorcycle, cutting a swath of summer dust on roads softened by scorching heat, tube top, denim cutoffs, arms wound `round waist of wild rider, boy of golden honey skin.  … Continue reading →

The Crowning A profusion of bells ringing, chiming the hour summer dance begins. Elegantly dressed women– fine silk and satin- gowned ladies of means, housed in mansions indicative of their wealth– join their gentlemen, knowing this evening lights the fire … Continue reading →

The ocean has eyes beneath lies men in black clothing, once sighted, now blind. Gray layered ocean.     Written for Poets United/Think Tank Thursday