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...
Midnight in Madeira Beach
An evening breeze rustles linen curtains and stains me with waves of jasmine. Unable to sleep and drenched in sweat I plunge...
Wandered Off
An abandoned beach reached by a gravel path across a low hill littered with boulders, thorny shrubs and sheep. Far from any...
just an impression
an early morning fog obscures distant docks. beating against the tide sailors row out toward skeletal shapes towering up against a gray...