Category: Poetry

I can’t sit at the dining table  & listen to the morning swarm  of words buzzing...

In view of my window last night’s snow interprets the hills, the hush of its thick fall...

The lightless flux is a cacophony this time of night.A dark violet hue ripples and curls around...

so glorious; the dog barking at the garden. like dropping a deck of playing cards and picking them...

SADNESS – A New Language Sadness doesn’t reach me never alone. At least, ...

The ivory gate of time nourishes nothing.It dissembles the landscape, cuts it upinto pieces. I...