Horizons

Tread softly as the night sky first turns pale…

Timely Sonnet

We trust so much to the capricious Time, / We call her wild whims the works of Fate.

Sonnet of Loss

The trees do not mourn their felled autumn leaves / Leaves that were dead long before they let go…

Gladiator

I put on my gladiator T-shirt from Rome / And my big black boots with the base. / I am the gladiator, I am the pain inside me…

City Skies

On our seat above the city sky / Watch more squiggle than skyline…

Showers

There are two kinds of showers: the kind to cleanse physical grime and the kind to cleanse emotional grime.