Created By Sand
Happy as a boy created by sand, washing upon the beach I am here, I am there in I come the tide arranges me, but a speck of sand, am…
No One To Impress
The jackets of an older man now seated, the best way he can. On a Sunday in winter, a park, the coat no longer warm. No attitude for there is…
Hands
Grabbing at the air hands desperately trying to find what can you touch. your physical energy chasing a lost presence. Man’s demons but he can’t see them he can only…
Upon High
The largest dead leaf I ever did see, fell from the roof upon high. Adjusting as it fell, I noticed a little new world emerging a rebirth of sorts, on…
Unknown
The ball under my foot, the world it may be, it makes me so unsteady my destination will be unknown at the moment. I have control of a fashion, my…