Tracks In Sand

November 7, 2013

…and whether they are beautiful or not, there will be no one to guard them in the days to come…* …

Axioms

November 4, 2013

The homey axioms, homeless in age; happy endings with nowhere to return. Gone with memories too shaken to grip the …

November 3, 2013

The words on paper speak solitude, because that is what the poet knows – the only certain knowledge he has. …

November 3, 2013

I see them, not looking away I just look through. One day I break the rule and talk to them. …

November 3, 2013

Air – bruising at the speed of sound. Friction from the 7 billion names spoken everyday hums in the cloudless …

November 2, 2013

“Here I am in the reservation of my mind.” Adrian C. Louis Screams drown the sound of hand …