An Evening love ( Read more... )

The uncertain travelers ( Read more... )

Anger, he and she ( Read more... )

A flag for her ( Read more... )

Rust ( Read more... )

Voices of shadows ( Read more... )

The sunchasers ( Read more... )

A sea is born
Grievances erode in a tide of passionate cry.
Her hand is a warm pressure on a feeble shoulder.
It is so long since you have lost some salt-water.
A sea is born.

it engulfs life

Avenue of rain

An avenue of rain, pouring and tumult of

Winds splitting into streets of damp shelters.

The building of white darkness stands afore.

The anxious hands closed in hands in a wait

Watches clouds and rains and cries down his cheeks.

Ticking I.C.U. beyond a bad dream.

Smells of nursing cannot wipe flavors of

Disillusion, awake nights and old ( Read more... )

Island

They say it is five hour’s journey to land.

Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.

Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,

Five hours to observe today is meeting

Tomorrow in a thin line of off-white.

Five hours to see, casually, human.

A too short time span to ponder on life,

Flashes of patchy memory and swigs

Of cheap wine, red, ( Read more... )