Both sides of me – glass. Across the street – glass. A township’s reflection in silicate. I watch a car, I see it three times pass. Gleditsia – a sunburst in triplicate. Waitress serves coffee, […]

Both sides of me – glass. Across the street – glass. A township’s reflection in silicate. I watch a car, I see it three times pass. Gleditsia – a sunburst in triplicate. Waitress serves coffee, […]
I’ve sapped this scene of all there is to write; nothing more to draw from its sketchy frame. Anything left to say is said in spite of inspiration; lyric’s lilt is lame. Woman in the […]
To a hillside, a crop of houses cling, overlook a harbour; a city-port. White-washed walls absorb a sunlit morning. Train-tracks and traffic underline a thought. Birds, gulls and terns, etch the sky with traces of […]