A writer leads a hyphenated-life with words.

I want you to be my black vulture:forever monogamous!

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting.

We should learn to savor some moments to let time feel worth existing.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die.