open suitcase
it’s too easy to leave one who’s already lost… but when love’s the rage and nothing else matters and days melt into...
a late october night
beneath yellow streetlamps damp oak leaves glisten stuck on pavement like confetti. summer parties long over we walk in elemental silence where...
bittersweet and blue
without a single word your clear brown eyes reach out across this distance and cut me to the bone and lay my...
for all the life
we see what we want to see at a traffic light or by the beach or cruising eighty miles an hour down...
searching for sugar man
an inner city poet with barely enough to eat eyes fixed on the ground in the city which he keeps no places...
out of control
that’s just how it goes (i suppose)… say when right next door or way across town a life slips tragically away —...
bewitched
long past the hour when sensible souls sleep i prowl unfamiliar streets hoping to find some welcome which waits up ahead for...
a letter
your words have finally reached me from out of the cold and out from the past and it’s more than i could...