Thoughts // Seasons
While lying here with the windows open and ceiling fan churning, I hear the traffic on the near...
Through The Window
Miles long cloud columns extending from the setting sun on this summer evening. A partial view of something...
Something is Missing
What the hell happened to spring? Winter has quickly left our thawed memories and spring has sprung for...
Beyond What I see
Soaring clouds of orange and purple streaking across the limited view I have from here. Yet I feel...
“Marya”, Early Years
Deep black eyes partially hidden by disheveled hair draped across petite shoulders beneath black leather jacket. Leaning against...
The Meeting
Two beings stand at the Infinite boundary between The sea and the fields. To each only minutes have...
Fragments Across the Empty Field
He longs for home of which he is unsure, what that home entails, where the road begins. He...
Russian City Center
1. Easterly wind pushes yesterdays news past the corner of main and 5th. A metal pole stands empty,...
Poem – A Visit
This poem saved my writing career, more of an aspiration, a few years ago. Many hours spent in...