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 – Secrets
Behind the red glass what being or consciousness watches our every move? The voice behind the glass asks...
Poem – Fragments from Absentia 19
(1) In this dream I watched your silhouette dress. Sounds of the streets below carried by the autumn...
The Meeting
(1) I followed the man in a red robe with deep purple beads and dreadlocks through the town...