• Guilt

    The stars are crawling westward
    But have not, at least, sunken to nowhere.
    Poor souls, young and free
    wallow in the darkness.... more »

  • She Brought Home A Gold Mine

    She used to live in a shanty
    with nipa roof
    and bamboo walls,
    and soil for its floor.... more »

  • The Artist

    Scribble.
    Yes, crooked lines.
    Some more crooked lines.
    A few words.... more »