Little Words

dropping in the ocean of language

words I've written and the places they've come from

hedonistic guilt

I have blindly been swept towards hedonism, I have joined with little hesitation or guilt at my lack of thought. But now, I question...

Touch Stones

The 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 Paper

the 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...

hedonistic guilt

City Birds

Old man on a Saturday

An Exercise in Control

Little Heart

Of Bees and Milkshakes

Touch Stones

Thinking on Paper

BARCELONA BUBBLES 3

BARCELONA BUBBLES 2