Mosaics (circa 2011)
In that hazy place beneath closed eyes and above dreams, I am sometimes back in the Met on that crisp December day. I’m wandering between the columns, Seeing my face in the black and...
Tagged: rebellion
Writing, 10/28
One tick to the right and I’m off Running like it was the path that I meant to follow all along Arms before face to protect it from the brambles and the branches That...
My Love is Dead
My love is dead! My cries depleted by the gentle down, encased. Clipped wings of once beauteous creatures with my honest tears are traced. My love is dead. I lie defeated. I pull the...
The Vision
My hands turned into a million White butterflies Rushing to the moon Where am I going? To the drops and the whispers To the winds and the tops To the shortness of life Filled...
Write Like Glen Duncan
Let me write like Glen Duncan. I would top every Christmas list And prayer, Send it seaward in bottles and Skyward on doves If I thought it would make it one iota more likely....
A Collection of Short Poems
Another Angle Wind loops through the rain. Dark, grey, cloudy silence. No more rocks, worms, and twisted corners to battle with. The sky will be blue from another angle. Mist It falls, soft...
