Destiny’s hand
I find I can’t breathe under these city lights replacing the stars that shine in gentle disarray. The night lies still and quiet, but someday it will happen, I don’t know how or when. I will keep the...
View ArticleThe Days of the Sea
They come each year in summer, crowds jostling for space on soft sandy beaches, liberated to taste the salty tang of fresh sea air. A wave-break sweeps away their weariness of life; the shape of...
View ArticleChimera
There are times in life, between the sun and shadows, when monsters hunt your sleeping head. They search the misty caverns of the young scenting out a hurting soul’s unrest. Dead faces walk like ghosts...
View ArticleSomewhere Unknown
Dusk has fallen. She takes the first touch of a book, opening to breathe in its scent, fingering through pages, letters bleeding across paper, words wrapped round her tongue. There is ink and blood and...
View ArticleStone Angel
Her body formed of marble framed by leaf and light, is rinsed by rain, winding shafts of sunlight. She holds the silence, grace, the shadows of love and loss. Where she stops the river ends, a ghost...
View ArticleFragile
Who is she this woman of silk outlined among the rocks? She sits perched like a muffled silhouette some distance off in this silent, deserted spot where the sun throws its fire on the water and copper...
View ArticleTilted
I wish these dreams were solid. The answers would lie before me, easy questions, easy as counting matchsticks in the dark. Setting them ablaze would warm me, the orange flicker cupped gently in my...
View ArticleMay
Again the blossom foams along the fence and sparrows in the eaves chatter, bright-eyed against the skim of blue. And while you sleep, turning as the Earth turns, rotating in an eye-blink, a petal falls...
View ArticleIn the Hush
In the distance the land and sky collide, the wind picks up, the night closes in and I’m lost in the slow tumble down, the fear of it, the mildew, dust, the shadows in the deep reaches of dream sleep,...
View ArticleSomewhere Out There
In the pre-dawn gloomy light voices on the morning breeze guide me beyond the door and down the narrow slope, … Continue reading »
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