Low lying fog Dense and wispy infuses dreams and permeates betweenness. I wear dents of your love. No longer bruised But there are shadows and ghosts That occasionally say...

If you would listen, you would hear the forget-me-nots that sing in my heart. Sometimes there is a chorus when the sunflowers, gladiolas, and irises have something to celebrate. You are deaf to all of it. I am exiled to float on...

I went to sleep for ten years. While not awake, I lost my skin. Registration logs noted that my skin never checked out. Lost and found did not have my skin. Perhaps my skin was donated to Goodwill. I get strange looks walking...

I am flying home To you My Michigan With your lakes And forests And birds My heart lifts With the plane As our journey begins My roots Lie beneath the surface Of your land My memories Lie within the borders Of your beauty My...

each morning now as I add a layer and lightly turn up the heat my slippers a blanket and your purring warmth warm me from the outside while my coffee warms me from the inside as I wait for the sun to shine but I am bracing for...

Low lying fog Dense and wispy infuses dreams and permeates betweenness. I wear dents of your love. No longer bruised But there are shadows and ghosts That occasionally say...

If you would listen, you would hear the forget-me-nots that sing in my heart. Sometimes there is a chorus when the sunflowers, gladiolas, and irises have something to celebrate. You are deaf to all of it. I am exiled to float on...

I went to sleep for ten years. While not awake, I lost my skin. Registration logs noted that my skin never checked out. Lost and found did not have my skin. Perhaps my skin was donated to Goodwill. I get strange looks walking...

I am flying home To you My Michigan With your lakes And forests And birds My heart lifts With the plane As our journey begins My roots Lie beneath the surface Of your land My memories Lie within the borders Of your beauty My...

each morning now as I add a layer and lightly turn up the heat my slippers a blanket and your purring warmth warm me from the outside while my coffee warms me from the inside as I wait for the sun to shine but I am bracing for...