Drift Away

Some wore nervous smiles, others held tightly to Pillow Pets. Ours climbed aboard without hesitation, dutifully looking back. This summer experience has been a full year in the making, the buildup intense. We searched for his wave through darkened glass. The bus cruised out of sight, setting us adrift in its wake of fumes.

Voyeuristically Yours

I'd be lying if I said I didn't dig the access. If you invite me into your life I'll surely accept. Photographing on the sly doesn't work for me and the camera's my all-access pass. I love to peek. There's only one catch – I need you to know I'm there, taking you in.

 With thanks and love to my friend Robin Gottlieb.

Fence Me In

Happy then, happy still. Viva sweet love with you. 

I'm His

He doesn't need me, until he does. He follows his own Sports Center, electronic devices and chewing gum agenda. Behind the scenes I gather and plan. If I'm lucky there will be a body press from Boy-land. Maybe even a word or two. I'm waiting, at-the-ready.

Roadside Attraction

I've been known to veer unexpectedly. Following the heart is a perilous way in which to operate a moving vehicle. Zig! Zag! Swerve! It's the only way I care to drive – my route uncharted. Use caution if you follow close behind. I hit the brakes hard, for love.