May the energy of the day always call for celebration." Barbara Botch

Why does a heart wear its eyesinto helllike slivers of false sunshine

—Hypocrite lecteur,—mon semblable,—mon frère!

Freedom is the dream you dreamWhile putting thought in chains again --

The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Determined, I riseand face the dawn with resolve.This time I will win.

all right buddah gets a backstage pass but all his friends have to pay

Let be be finale of seem.The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

The glamorous splender of a mystical moon.. Natures sleepless wonders.

The world was fair, the mountains tallIn Elder Days before the fall...

Truths are written, never said... Lines are drawn, but then they fade.

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

Optimism / stung like grit in my swimsuit all the long ride home . . .