Tinted Images
I remember tinted images yellow and stained in old wooden frames, the glass scratched and wavy. They sat on a …
Category Archives: poems
City Of Stone
This City is old, wrapped in the skin of a maiden whose time is past. Abandoned by her ghosts – …
The Photograph Album
We are looking at photographs. You study my posture, my gaze. I watch you change with children at your side. …
In So Many Words
She pulls on white stockings, steps into spongy white shoes. Except for the crest her uniform is white. Not cold …
Poetry on the run 