Sun

Water and Ice

I recall a short story I had written in school back in Scotland looking out of our window at the whirling snowstorm blanketing our streets, roofs and gardens. We were young. My teacher said we could reach for the stars…. Read More ›

Purposeless

I woke up tired today. Hot sweet Expressos In tiny white cups, Stirred me a little.   But ¬†lethargy, And the heat, And the crushing ¬†humidity   Made me anxious, Gave me palpitations, Made me light headed And confused.  … Read More ›

Good afternoon. Some wine, Break bread, Listen intently As the afternoon breaks, Out of Morning’s cold clutch, And becomes Luminous, In its own right. Pulling the river and the people Quicker Towards a red silver evening.  

When The Sun Settles

I know what the sand on a French beach feels like Underneath my feet and startled by the friction feelings Heightened by the foam lining the rocks Much harder under My body pressing down to push me through the cracks… Read More ›