She is lost in her thoughts, her gaze soars through her mind…
Transitory
This moment, this transitory position in time…
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.
The Closest You’ll Get to an Apology
You found me at the end of spring…
Sonnet of Loss
The trees do not mourn their felled autumn leaves / Leaves that were dead long before they let go…
The layers of the night: scents, sounds, and thoughts
Electric tones echo ear to ear / Over upbeat music playing near
Status Quo
The status quo is a sculpture…
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…
