by the garden gate
daffodils ready to bloom as she stands like sunshine by the garden gate on...
some illusion of love
robots never dream and robots don’t go to bed, and their well-engineered mechanical hearts...
my epitaph
nestled among the pines overlooking puget sound a two room cabin waits for me...
into ashes
the past like dead leaves strewn haphazardly at your feet. gods and dreams lose...
this clockwork
when she turns her head just slightly away exposing the subtle curve at the...
a singularity
without another point a point is just a point floating in empty space with...
under it all
rain. slashing thru space. slanting thru gray skies to splash on this window today...
fading (into memory)
at the end of this charade what words are left to say? and would...