Central Park
I walk through the park nearly every morning on my way to work. The...
the world doesn’t need
the world doesn’t need poets or painters or politicians. and it doesn’t want your...
cherry blossoms (ii)
one blossom petal tossed on a breeze catches her parasol… for only a moment...
cherry blossoms (iii)
vincent had his sunflowers stacked proudly in big yellow vases but i’d prefer a...
innocence lost
through raindrops on the window the red lights refracted into a thousand speckles. outside...
golden hours
the mid-june sun dips below a line of trees. low-flying clouds skip above tiled...
what’s in a name?
the solidity of things gets drowned by words until they disappear beneath a tangled...
Huginn and Muninn
I saw raven today perched on a power line and bid him to deliver...