Poetry

"A woman of soft mornings ... the warmth there in your smile"

"It doesn't seem like too much to think about you, once (or twice) in my life ..."

As he leaves his beloved Africa, KK Brown shares a thought from the heart.

... Trails of caresses still touching my skin <br />Even with the distance of miles and time ...

"In a single burst the icy soil opens and shoots high ..."

"Wayward nowhere to go ragged men with fertilized grizzled faces, bulbous noses, one eye hollow, the other attacking ..."

The questions without answers surround us, asking more loudly each day.

"We met in Common Time; Those unimaginatively-named, but warm weeks ..."

Poetry for a cold winter morning ...

The silver orb of the night -lights the way for the shade walker ...

Death stares at me ... across a red-edged night ...

Embers drip from bound lips -- silence reborn ...

... Here she rules. Queen of a forgotten night ...

Passionate verse - a muse of mixed blessings. Originally appeared 2003-03-03.

...What whispers in the dark? stars in the night, white on black ...

Cap'n Morgan and I are already gone.

"I don't blame you for leaving ..."

"...as if when you threw/ yourself to the sea you/ threw your pages out ahead..."

The top shelf of Hell holds a light ...

"...I will look into your inner world, take the language of your art and translate ..."

What other hidden food delights did Mom and Dad hide from their daughter's plate?

...The coconut smoke entwines with the mist, The potion of madness in violet streams...

Write a complete story in just under one hundred words ...(Originally appeared 2002-07-05.)

...As your struggle fills me with virgin passion...

... She called to them from darkened windows, promising passionate embraces ...

...My little ribbed shell hides a desperate sigh, it holds an enigma for you to unfold...

...No names, no pasts, almost no world exists beyond the automatic door...

...words are not flowing, their endless rain has dried up ...

... we pretend our clothes are not threadbare, and covered in graveyard mud...

Sketched on the back patio, Leaves dappling the chalk art...