hedonistic guiltI have blindly been swept towards hedonism, I have joined with little hesitation or guilt at my lack of thought. But now, I question...
Old man on a Saturdayfountain water smooths your hair old, grey, homeless man skipping as you walk away
An Exercise in ControlAbove their heads the wings of an albatross unfolded, catching the spiraling currents of air as they rose from the ocean swell. Seon...
Little HeartThere was a time when our hearts lived outside of our bodies, connected by fine, luminous, golden cords that gave them freedom to move,...
Of Bees and MilkshakesThe garden is in one of its sporadic moments of late spring perfection. Weeds are poking up their heads teasing me into action but I...
Touch StonesThe memory held in a stone, more clearly than a photograph, the image is captured. This one, stored by my hand, my eye, with a thick...
Thinking on Paperthe blank page is an open door and I fill it with what I wish. I close the door forever when I fill it with ink. I fill myself as I pour...
BARCELONA BUBBLES 3He smiled and laughed, gesticulated with his hands, but when they fell behind his back, they clenched into fists
