
My Poetry and Prose Blogology

Shores of Mercy
“Of all the dreams I could’ve dreamt—
I hesitated—tumbling numb into another
cavern—mined in my own bastions of fear…”



“Of all the dreams I could’ve dreamt—
I hesitated—tumbling numb into another
cavern—mined in my own bastions of fear…”
“political squalls
creep into my swirling mind”
A Cinquain poem about my life in a digital domain that so easily consumes me in its cold virtual darkness.
“as the ocean cuddles me—
I feel its past paths”