Series Description:

Image splattered, FEEL poems... Imagine, it's late, the ceiling fan turns and turns and turns, the moon is kissing the sun, the apple trees are picking their fruit, desire is strung from the telephone wires, long goodbyes and eager hellos replay in the mind, the stars are honey dripping and innocent as the spirit, the light coming through the sliding doors looks like everything known about being alive, the arrows on the clock are pointing at you, at me and these are the poems...