It is spring again lovers are holding hand and, welcoming the cherry blossoms to bloom recklessly in their love making.   As their tongues flick in and out of their mouths  I can see waterfalls rushing from meeting of their thighs to this heavenly erotic landscape, to join the warm seas of pleasure.    And … Continue reading Wet Spring

After reading Adrienne Rich's Twenty One Love Poems No. 2 : Ah the beds we have slept on in the houses' of kind lovers after they have left. They leave us there alone to imagine what it is like to be them in their space. They leave us to spread our body further in their … Continue reading Waking Up In a Lover’s Bed Alone

A-uh the weather is perfect right now the March 28th of the year two thousand and seventeen - --------------------------------------DC Spring, welcome! -----------------------Welcome to this house -  I have been waiting for you, ---and I love you more than all the snow flakes, that for some reason couldn't land properly this year or never came! -------Today … Continue reading Perfect Weather To Eat Clouds

This morning, March 22nd, 2017 - I woke up like a baby bird unsure of my location, with an open mouth to be fed poetry worms, yet I had no mother, no worms, no lover, no kisses, no lines. Soon, just like any loner bird would, I learned the only way an alone bird can survive is … Continue reading Wild Poet of My House

Woke up somewhat tender this morning, ---------------------- as if I was born into a gentle breeze, on the bed of clouds, ----------------- up the river in a small village, where houses have no roof, -------------no walls, -----------------no doors. and people only pray when --------------------------------------- the trees sing, and flies ask the cows -------------------------"May I sit … Continue reading Tender Morning

For Will Rogers You seek, it's gone. You wait, it never comes. Let go, and you become. Peyman 3.6.17 Washington, D.C.

The Samurai Cat For Jean-Luc Picard, The Cat.   The other day some lilies almost killed my cat, and rilke sent me a note : "Beauty is the beginning of the terror" how timely I thought. All that as one would expect, shook me. I was worried about my cat dying and I was confronted … Continue reading The Samurai Cat

For Sarah Robin S. [Tall grass, dream boat, advice] In the distance, where you lay among the tall grass, if you look closely a bird is reading a poem and washing her wing in the river that flows from where I live. Laying on the couch holding my book riding a horse through the war … Continue reading [Tall grass, dream boat, advice]

Where Loneliness Lives For Kate Seely Can you write a poem about loneliness, when there's no hope? A poem about loneliness, when you are stuck in the crowd. A poem for the loneliness of my heart. Can you? You asked me crying, diamonds where falling from your eyes. I had nothing to say you to … Continue reading Where Loneliness Lives

For Shelley Tiera Devereaux This is how I would speak to you Were you born a sailor? or is it just the curl in your hair that makes you one with the ocean, when you are on your ship to survey the ancient landscape hidden under the blue sheets untouched by the light. Was it … Continue reading This is how I would speak to you