Hiraeth

A memory

It exists somewhere in me,
a memory,
a hiraeth,
a longing
for another time and place,
an era filled with…

Genealogy of Lies

A poem

Do you remember how it tasted
That first lie?
Dripping, sweet, from your tongue
Honey and…

It’s The Eyes

A poem about genuineness and kindred spirits.

Hiraeth — a Journey

Best to Be Here Now, In the Moment

A Longing For Home, and More

Derision

A Poem

Mold this opportunity away

HIARETH

Juanita, Won’t You Please Let Down Your Hair?

On the Road from Pueblo to Vera…

Will You Play For Me?

A short story

“Will you play for me?”

Crushed

A Poem

Paling the ways between the buildings

Hot Night

At night I listen to sound of water from my bedroom window. Its peaceful lapping against the posts of our dock sends me to sleep. In the…