• Home

    The cup of freshly poured tea slides across the table
    Towards the three or four of us, and kindly, I ask
    If it is mine, not knowing that I would, with such a simple phrase,
    Unleash the fury of the hen upon the duckling. “Family, ”... more »

  • The Center Of The House

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  • The White Horse

    The white horse
    who always wanted to be brown
    stares off, unblinking,
    into the lush green pastures,... more »

  • Wood

    Pitter-pat, the rain falls against the wood
    And each dropp once more begins to erase
    What once was on the old carriage,
    Left forgotten in the wet grass.... more »