One of my poems, inspired by a village in eastern Europe. I woke up early and walking the centuries old cobbled streets, was struck by how beautiful but left behind … Read More
The gold was unlike any they had seen before. Deep and thick and lost and sweetly familiar. Wrapped by the warmth of the dusty air, the prancing light whispered strange … Read More
I like the feel of my shoulder,not as strong but better older.I squeeze the flesh ’round the boneenjoying well a sense of home. Skin soft like running water,proof of love … Read More
