so achingly close
the argument before brush ever stroked canvas. words spoken in haste welling up from...
april rain
another gray morning wakes the day as ice-cold gusts shower my window with heavy...
the heron’s cry
Somewhere beneath thick morning mist and sailing calm blue waters on Shelekhivske lake you...
a soul laid bare
late august sunshine pierced parted curtains and transformed into splashes of chalk, pale yellow...
by the garden gate (a reprise)
framed in white lilies she stood by the garden gate. shafts of late afternoon...
Mother Night
The angry sea rages. Beneath a moonless sky blasts of chill air whip whitecaps...
from a train, anonymously
from the train it’s all backyards of ramshackle houses edged in rusted chain-link fencing...
Down by the Pier
Most tourists left weeks ago and snowbirds have yet to arrive. Seagulls don’t care...