Hypervigilance 1/2000

The fog lies outstretched upon the water A compelling hand. Β In sleep it could be the dreamstuff of the gods…

Perfumed

The lady’s perfume accompanies her like an aura on the train which speeds along the tracks, faster than I could…

Boundaries

I collide with Michael’s boundaries. His boundaries edge long wide fields stretching As far as the horizons- the are beautiful…

sugar

Perhaps I have been too kind and that is the excuse I offer for the delay in the telling, for…

re creation

There is no re – creation, still we create. Memory is a cup you cannot sip a tongue that tastes…