
My Poetry and Prose Blogology


A Shrinking Lake of Memories
“But when I look upon her—I still see an endless home. Perched on vast grey wings of the unconditional love of all life—a perfect grace of water, earth, and sky…”

Her Last Breath
“her soft skin is drying out
withered into bronze scales
beneath a fiery vacuous sun…”

The Bright Night
“So—how do we ever describe the solitudes of night
to a world with itching ears and pixelated eyes?”
