There are Moments that Linger
There are moments that linger in the memory. Such a moment I think is this. She stood upon a precipice– to fly or to fall, and unfolded herself before me,...
Tag: Poetry
The World Turned Back ‘Round
The world turned back ’roundand said, “You’ve suffered long enough, old man.” May I say that I love you?The words vault, skitter, and ch...
These are the Golden Moments
These are the golden moments– Golden boughs. The end may tremble in a mouth’ed O. Yet still they burn unperturbed– tiny lamps of adoration lit...
I Opened Your Book
I opened your book and what did I read? Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear Only an hour before I drowned a mortally wounded fledgling, too young t...
Weekly Ruminations
Volume Three There are special nightmares for the daytime sleeper: little nervous dreams tossed into some brief restless moments of unconsciousness and breaking...
Weekly Ruminations
Volume Two In Oreanda they sat on a bench not far from the church, looked down on the sea, and were silent. Yalta was barely visible through the morning mist, w...
Weekly Ruminations
Volume One “Now the drawings you make from us, they look exactly like us,” she reminded me, smiling in triumph; and I recognised that this was indeed just their...
Weekly Ruminations
Volume Zero “Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.”—...
Weekend Thoughts and Photos
If I am a means to an end, Then I am neither end nor means. If I am a means without an end, Then I am both end and means.
Reflections and Announcement
REFLECTIONS ON MY THIRD 100 DAY PROJECT Wow … it’s been awhile since I posted something on my blog. My life has been full of changes … some go...