Month: March 2021

first light

the crime-

to able to feel

corridor green

together we brave

the winter rain

highway drive forlorn the heart seeks flesh

mid noon the rain shares its sorrows

stands still the infinite army in absolute dark

lap of the matriarch leaving behind ego

noon the awkward visitor with wings

if night turns upon us

let go

of winter

the haunting howl of the evening train

punctured tea bag

brown leaves

float to the surface