Evening Gold and Midnight Blue

I am a shadow. Cast aside by the setting sun. It is a golden evening. I am the shadow in this golden … More

bamboozled bumfuzzled

Dear friend of my heart, phlegmatically achromatic, neither a pinch, nor a slip, not even an off-beat ecstatic, this evening … More

Dear Friend of my Heart, I have been washed so innocently by the morning light, that I feel like saying … More

the question of reputation in the social, such that every move assumes measure, in terms of what is revealed… entry … More

It’s past the midnight hour and it’s as quiet as nights sometimes are. When there is no one around to … More

I don’t think I’ll go through the door to the place where we can be found. They say feelings lie … More

laughing in the rain, our skin glows, and the laughter glows, and the puddles only this afternoon there were none … More

how did I get here? which way is upwards? you can tell from the rush of air if you feel … More

touch and go, barred window, oh quick spectacular rainbow! bunker beds, dingy hotel rooms, undocumented dorms that part of town … More

Gathering a poem that spurt out with a gentle strumming of nylon strings, I find myself, leaning against the wall, … More