I could never describe this tree,the one that invited me to spendthe moment of the solstice ather base…
Men like me:
the architects,
The drain in the floor swallows julienned light
The flow state is elusive, whether in writing, sports, or any other pursuit. When putting pen to paper it often seems distant, if…
a handsaw chews hawthorne
with a Doberman’s bite
I vanished in love with the world.
Afloat in a nameless field
Springs and barrows toss
Where can you go from here?
When the air chokes,
I am riven with quantum fires.
cries caught in forever
just beyond the gate