Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Wandering Wandering curves to nowhere, Am I anywhere? I ramble alone. Past wooded fields and despair, A destination the road hasn’t shown. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Hidden Silent conversation, As I read you memoirs, I feel your hesitation, I trace your hidden scars. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Liturgy In rue, she swallowed the whole river, All to drown her great, vast misery. The cold water causes a shiver, As she delivers her liturgy. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Grip Feeling my soul has been sold, Fleeing from my own damned pleas, With a loose, tenuous hold, On my own reality. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Ashen Ambling by the ashen shore, Dodging a diving bird of prey. Difficult walking any more, As the waves carry me away. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Music A child, footprints in the sand, Willing and wishing to hear, The sounds of the sea’s band, Holding a cone shell to me ear. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Fruits Sweet & tart, fermented fruits, Strong on the nose with smooth length, With oak & plum attributes, Spirituous, displaying strength. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Ducts She faces it alone, Monsters, shadows and fears. Eyes set, sturdy as stone, Set by suspended tears. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 26, 2016November 11, 2016 / Poetry Ode to a Stranger Standing roadside on a bustling street, I spy you from a green car, Would you much rather be elsewhere? So unaware of where to go next, Do you lack my set destination? To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 24, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry The Statue Solid masses of raw dreams, And Midas made me a God, As I fell through gilded pages. And gold cascades down in streams, Applause and the people awed, ‘Twas the swift work of mages. Peasants fix their mangled seams,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
