I see your numinous body alone as a snow-capped mountain far off in an endless horizon. Swim through the air where silence reigns like a fish under water. You don’t need a voice or have to have to hide to win a place in the cacophony of the future. Move closer to me, and I... Continue Reading →

Autumn came earlier  With the premature end of August. The death of memories,  The remnants of a favourite   Holiday moment, Now confined to the past, Before it’s time was there to recall From an album of snapshots,  Gathering dust. Ponds of reflections rippled by a stone  Of doubt. Was it a happy memory?  Perhaps... Continue Reading →

We covered so much floor with all those words, still with our mountains locked beyond the walls. I wish there had been a safe word for those little sessions in the kitchen - those slow mosquito raids on my soul, always to the clink of glasses and the stale stench of one too  many. I... Continue Reading →

I should’ve believed you when you said it was over.  Should have thought deep with a mind sober.  Instead of acting out and losing composure,  I should’ve tried to get some kind of closure. The next time around, I shouldn't have given in.  But your charm and charisma managed to lure me in.  If only... Continue Reading →

Uncertainty follows behind  Every moment Like a shadow I can pretend it’s not there But my sense of control Is but an illusion My power stems from lack of reaction The environment will do as it pleases Circumstances of a higher power Mind of infinite abilities If we use the muscles correctly Maybe we can... Continue Reading →

This day was coming at the crossing; brick to brick, a bell tower in the sun's last flames.  It was simply, here --  my friend, my good cape, my companion of odd nights of nothing more than whispers. Our shadows did fall into each other like drifts of loosening snow. I withhold nothing. Starlings scatter, ... Continue Reading →

There were years when the sun came up red And the ground was wet and cool in the morning And I woke up on some of those mornings Determined to tilt windmills So I went out there and I tried.   And what I have learned is that the windmills Not only do not move:... Continue Reading →

She’s standing still  pale as England,  slim and serious as I stood  then. Hair chopped  above her shoulders with a little curl allowed as mine was  then. A little curl allowed, in memory of it’s ringlets earlier than then. Then it grew longer  and we pulled it straight. So now, it’s more like it was ... Continue Reading →