Writing

It’s night, and together we are letting go We sit close on the old, soft, raspberry couch, in its third life. We are not close

Move your arms like wings Just as in your dreams, where you can fly; transforming your motion to a weightless, soaring being, looking down at

The Muse is a little girl Tow-headed, boisterous, hands on her hips,daring meto control her, mold her in my image, to worry about heras she

What of your rushed and useful life Have you paused and taken time to do nothing? Your rushed and useful life is satisfying, yet you

And what am I doing here  Sitting in the springtime chill of the ocean breeze as it ripples the water in the bay, the sun

From the stars and the pull of the moon She showed me how to discover my chart: Aquarius Sun, Libra Moon, Aries Rising. I have