a reprieve
like a man on his last legs or wasting on death row i pray for some reprieve but way down deep i...
Asian Canvas
I wonder at the three young girls whose daily rounds bring them to that shore. Saris blowing in the breeze yet the...
a whisper
the rush to words like that rush to judgment in a snap or in an instant as the observer of your world...
half-hearted(ly)
the sprinkle of rain on my window pane like a music box wound tightly as notes ring out filling this melancholy morning...
recollections of (you)
on some days it feels like i’m digging into the guts of intricate machinery (such as the old grandfather clock standing silently...
waiting for (a moment)
seated. at rest and (possibly?) waiting (for a moment) to be seduced by the muse (once again?) who sets time on edge...
A Road Less Traveled
Introduction “You know, actually we have no love – that is a terrible thing to realize. Actually we have no love; we...
kite flying
to soar high above roiling waves of blueish gray which crash upon the beach and ride the winds of constant change blowing...