Midnight again, my soul silent as regret hung like soft mist upon the […]
“In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”.. from The Hours […]
Perhaps there isn’t and wont ever be a poem lovely as autumn its […]
Between the crescent moon and satin sheets a heated flush is spreading that makes my […]
Beneath dimly lit obsidian sky Whisper my name Hear the wind sing softly […]
Choosing sepia is as though softening life’s storm, it’s being conscious of one’s […]