Finding a Way
Winter smoke.Silent forest.Nearing nightfall. Chaos present.Walls increasing.Too much. Trapped here.Concrete, glass.Nightfall settling. Clearing mind.Opening mind.Letting go. Eyes closed.Energy...
Poem – What the Fields Hide
Leaving behind the city we pass the line separating concrete and dirt path. Recent snow has hardened and...
Poem – Fragments from Absentia 19
(1) In this dream I watched your silhouette dress. Sounds of the streets below carried by the autumn...