The World and Fantasy

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

Blue Wood – Tender Howl

What was that word that defeats me like yesternight’s dream? Whisper quietly, a tender tender melody Whisper quietly, yesternight’s will… … More

sometimes, a soft brush of longing right under my collarbone spreads like water, warm water on my chest and spreads … More

An old film maker seemed pleased with what had transpired in the years that he wore upon his face. He would … More

Finger of fate upon my chest Traces shapes unknown to me A lesser known rhapsody Anest a surge of tragedy … More

Have you heard of a piece of music that was known to be only half revealed? They say the composer … More