• Fragments

    In this nights diversion
    city inches forward like liquid light
    Drifting from purpose to pulpit
    gathering discarded dignity from a scarred landscape... more »

  • Point

    I have waited for a hundred years…
    To here you carry deep steps upon ascending stairways
    Only to stop outside my red door
    And knock like you need a declaration.... more »

  • We

    In memory of rituals, we fall into place
    Covering a masterpiece with discarded moments of our last victory
    We are mystified by the likelihood of this irrelevance... more »

  • With You

    It is in your eyes....
    that I emerge
    welcome as a martyr... more »