I know of no way that I can say goodbye to the person I truly love for I cannot imagine not seeing her again.

Package Bees And Honey.

Lets not look at the big picture but rather the small one.

A poem about a particular moment and transition in time.

The first of January is a day to remember. It is the beginning of the year and a holiday, when feasts are organized. Many populations celebrate their arrival in the Americas around that date.

Like bees we often mean well when we share honey with someone. That person may end up pulling us down causing us to drown in our own kindness. Still we continue to take these risks.

Wanting to be single free.

A lover is trying to persuade his honey not to be like her mother and encourages her to take that vital step and have their baby.

An ageless tale.

A smidgen of a song I was working on back in the day.