Harvard Street
Within this small space connected to the non-sterile Outside space swathed in greying light, So much energy enters,...
Empty Streets – Part 2
Snow fell yesterday, unnoticed except the sparse puddles and streaks running down windows. Pale white fingers trace circles,...
Empty Streets – Part 1
Moments ago this street was empty. Stale and buzzing yellow lights cast long shadows of vacant park benches...
What We are Given
She stares out the lessening window. Rain hits hard against her forehead against the glass. Cold seeps into...
Close, near
What we truly need and desire, is not beyond the horizon, is not across miles of water, and...
Grey Winter
What is it about winter that is so beautiful? Why do I shun away spring, the light guiding...
Poem – Smoke
Smoke rose in the evening until the cold came now frozen in mid-winter pose.