New York Public Library
in her hands a whole world exists. but let it be hers. not mine.
Dervishes
and with that she pulled back another layer, revealing the raw insides that embarrassed her so.
but all this to let the light warm and heal. warm and heal. warm and heal.
Morocco
the table’s set on a memory. fes feasts from the bound book of moroccan fairytales.
when love was familiar and my youthful heart wailed in pain over what the next creative monument would be.
I do say, I know better now. not that much better. but better still.
Living Room Series
and suddenly with you, I see the beauty in all things
Turkey
to tell a tale of found treasures. tiny things gathered in the palm.
to connect the heart to love’s source. I was lost but now am found.
Tiny Poems
unfolding, unfolding. as you are. but un-fold/ing