Whistling for Moonbeams

There came a time when his grief, so long held at bay, finally shattered into storms of sorrow so vast that it poured in seemingly endles...

Never ignore the footnotes is a line I love well. He always read them last, I did as the author told,  my heart fluttering at the s...

What color is distance-- what color the distance between then and now? Aqua, you say, like the water beneath this less than riotous s...

When the moon was a certain shape, when its light was a pale shade of gold when its beams fell in gentle wisps along the outlines of the ...

This is not the time for restraint. This is not the time for speaking in whispers, murmurs, for silence. Sound the gong of outrage, mag...

Amethyst , I saw first-- rich as to be almost opaque except for tiny rivulets of Turkish Rose running through velveteen violet, shreds o...

The lamp is lit-- A glowing paleness, incandescent fire tamed to obedience by the hand of its bearer. Love, I gasp in the swirl of my ow...

She ran into the wood, laughing. The sound echoed small, tinkling bells, golden with life. Enchanted, he followed, pushing away branches and...

A brief lustre in the distance, a gentle splash made the man look up from the sand where he had lain the objects in his pocket, to which...

It was pain that lifted her off the ground. With each that she suffered, she found she was shedding off just a little more skin, flesh, ...

Three tasks, she had fulfilled, and with the last triumph she felt weakest, because mortal, slight and barefoot; yet about to earn what t...

It must be night, else I must be dreaming. So, it is night. So, it is that the moon illuminates our loneliness and propels them round an...

long-stemmed--your neck, my eyes graze, as you take a sip from a corner of the wine's mouth and something spills inside me: sobri...

Faceless, you arrive. Breathless from your journey--through mountains and pain, across sorrow, a sea--you arrive. It is evening and the moon...

I have dreamed of this: the sound of your footfalls, that voice, calling out, "Love?", the door opening, the sight of you, that l...

Morning   The coffee is almost done and the house smells wonderful, just as you said it would. You are asleep and I am watching you, tra...

I want to be the ray of sunlight that slants across your cheek, whose warmth and light you wake up to. I want to be the window that lets in ...

She turns.  Yet again, that swivel to the back, the weakening in her middle, heart succumbing to the longing for sight, the way a ...

And when I think of violins, I will think of you. You, waiting, as I walk toward you. You, smiling, your hands on your waist, holding promi...

The fire is nice and warm and I'm snuggled in my writing chair, my feet up, my main character about to enter his moment of epiphany. Yo...

My heart is racing, I feel weak in my knees. Tucked in a corner of the bar and sitting in the shadows, I am watching you croon your heart to...

Reeling with happiness at the stretches of cobbled streets I've stepped on and the rows of pretty awnings I've walked under--but mos...

Kiss me in the rain, Love, quiet my fears with the light in your eyes. Take me everywhere with you, tie my hand to yours. I want to step ...

How silently the heart pivots on its hinge - Jane Hirschfield The night is full of sighs. Doleful, longing. The darkness stretches...

I am roused by the sound of raindrops pattering against glass. Beside me, you are asleep, and I watch the steady rise and fall of your ches...

Hungry anchor to my mooring-- fastened, fierce; glow of firelight clinging  to surfaces, your skin  on mine, your rage entwine...

I hear the door click shut and I start to panic. My scrambled eggs are a mess and I just realized I had put too much oil in the pan for the...

Your face, lit by the pale glow of a candle-- I gasp and ask myself if anything could be more beautiful, if any other man could take my b...

Elsewhere, it is twilight. Elsewhere, I hear your footfalls on the wooden planks that lead to our doorstep. My heart is fluttering with but...

Teach me to walk away: from what hurts me, where I am not needed, where I intrude, where I am but shadow, where I cause pain. Teach ...

" In the heart of the wood, a god learns too late: love transforms never quite in one way." - J. Neil C. Gar...

Words elude me tonight, Love. I am filled only with prayer that your path and mind be lit with starlight and moonshine, that your thoughts ...

The sky is painted a certain shade of lonely today; the sun is sulking behind willing clouds. I take a walk among the dunes, my bare feet...

"Look how the stars shine so tonight, Love, see how they illuminate the darkness. We still haven't decided on our constellation, b...

Because what you have done, Love, was to gift me with the discovery that I could go so much farther and do so much more. Did you catch a...

I ask for nothing, my Love, nothing. I teach myself to map the stars, instead; learn the language of dreams, instead; decipher the pa...

I draw the curtains and sit on the high stool by the window, waiting for you to come home. I have tried writing almost the entire day yeste...

I pinpoint a particular, an exact length of time, A blur of seconds, one after another, and another, and another: Just before she di...

And because we choose not to hurt other people, we hurt ourselves, instead.

There was no music-- or was there? The music was inside my head like it always is when you are near. I heard strings, and a lone trumpe...

Then why did we worship clarity, to speak, in the end, only each other's names? - Louise Gluck I teach myself the mechanics of bla...

it is, and fear, it must be that has made her summon the wind to push her feet ever into a run over damp trail, thorn and leaf, across...

I kneel on the grass, weeding. There are no blooms to be seen, and I am a little angry at you for leaving this garden desolate. It is cover...

--the dark red they call Brennende Liebe, which I find so beautiful. - Louise Gluck Amaranthine, the sunset, where we are. The eyes, fo...

A train station is one of the worst places for a chase. If this were a movie, the tall guy in the blue shirt knows his chances of success...

"No more drinks for you tonight," you, whispering into my ear, whisking my glass away. "That tickles," I cower and gi...