Sundays at The Cove

Sundays at The Cove

On Sundays we walk to the Covedown a sandy trailcovered with wildflowersall the way to the ocean — We sit on the bench at the edge of the cliff and watch the sinking sunfill the air with velvet orange glowas it quietly reflects in the still waterbasking in the beauty...
When Death Comes

When Death Comes

When death comes knocking at the doorand leaves us sad and sobbing on the floorfew things remain to heal our heartsfaded photosand pieces of your art–and so you live forever morein words craftedwith lovenow stuffed inside a drawer.*©Yakira Shimoni FulksFebruary...
When Death Lands

When Death Lands

When death lands upon our shoresin early foggy morningwith sudden banging roarswhen death dropsand leaves a sight of blood and gorewho will sooth our heartswho will make us soarwho will fill the hollow voidwill we ever be the samecould we ever sing againOh, how could...
Prom Time

Prom Time

Just before the strike of midnightas they closed the Beauty Ball,there they stood the lonely maidenswaiting for their call.*©Yakira Shimoni FulksJune 8, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, CaliforniaKira’s Art | Miss Star