A poem about innocence and the annoyances that threaten it. Do you remember before you had to be "more"?

…intricate affections.

A delicate balance is where we live thats what I believe.

The eyes say it all.

…the way you laugh, queasy sometimes, especially when the corners of your mouth move in discord, both their opposite ways…

There are times when you don’t want a moment to be missed.

A poem about the delicacy of a young lady’s heart in dealing with love.

The imbalance between one’s financial situation and state and federal taxation.

Some couplings would never work.

Tanka describing the delicateness of recovering broken heart.