so achingly close
the argument before brush ever stroked canvas. words spoken in haste welling up from someplace dark and deep and spilled out across...
april rain
another gray morning greets the day as ice-cold gusts sheet my window with heavy rain. corrugated tin overhead thunders in time with...
the heron’s cry
Somewhere beneath thick morning mist and sailing calm blue waters on Shelekhivske lake you can hear their calls but only if you...
a soul laid bare
late august sunshine pierced parted curtains and transformed into splashes of chalk, pale yellow and gold. she emerged from her indigo past...
by the garden gate (a reprise)
framed in white lilies she stood by the garden gate. shafts of late afternoon sunshine slanted through trees and landed across her...
Mother Night
The angry sea rages. Beneath a moonless sky blasts of chill air whip whitecaps shore-wards. Buffeted by ink-black gusts Mother Night shows...
from a train, anonymously
from the train it’s all backyards of ramshackle houses edged in rusted chain-link fencing or tumbled stone walls. with dusk fast approaching...
Down by the Pier
Most tourists left weeks ago and snowbirds have yet to arrive. Seagulls don’t care and cluster by the pier each morning. At...