Hypervigilance 1/2000

The fog lies outstretched upon the water A compelling hand.  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…

re creation

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