Prowling the streets and lanes Of Amsterdam I used to cruise the bookstores With a fresh-faced ... CONTINUED
A Confession (of sorts)
You’d think by now I’d know better (or maybe not, who can really say?) because even though I’d ... CONTINUED
high tide
her feet brown and bare in the sun walked beside mine into the cool tide. the stillness of each ... CONTINUED
Return to Spain
I haven’t thought of Spain in years, but I remember how once it spilled forth in discussion, ... CONTINUED
Another Time, Another Place
Half naked and alone I was lying on a stone as sea waves, in gentle rhythm of ebb and ... CONTINUED
I.C.U.
Snowflake falling wind-tossed, tempest driven. One like the rest yet apart, alone in dizzy ... CONTINUED
A Beginning
Her feet, brown and bare In the sun walked beside mine Into the cool tide. The stillness of each ... CONTINUED