Whispers

My mind, rarely with me alone, parts with energy, the floor boards scuffed and landing beams just roosts big enough for pigeons on leave from fields darker for their grain. 19 *...

The embankment lies as heavy edges on our lives. The shadows of the rock, piled drifts huge monotony's ledge, accumulations by the side of the tree wear thin visages; the breath...

Faucet drops beating out in harmony a drum tatoo to the tune of a plugged drain, the careless postures of indifference retold lives lived on spindle shanks caught on the obligat...

And I, cooing in my saddle, with lost time. His weapons and horses the finest. Beloved of God, engendered fiercely for the occasion - with pin stripes and a drinking vessel of t...