He unwound himself from his brother’s arms and drifted lazily in the clear water. The water was cold. Too cold, he thought and spun…
He walked on the seafloor; the deafening silence calming the turmoil in his mind. Lately, he was too emotional for a man. He…
I’m being pushed out of my home. Forced, actually, against my will.
When clouds low and skimming
I’m not scared of being bare.
Twelve roses bob by the harbour wall,Still bunched, red as blood in the swell.A gift. Emotion made realHeaving, falling…
It may notseem that wayto you
