And now my head's fraught with an array of cosmic innards...
Evening Spinners
Spoon of Tea in Your Honey
She would be pleased if you could stay for a spoon of tea in your honey...
Dualiving
Moving along in worn stockings...
Sticks and Silhouettes
See nothing but sticks and silhouettes - know nothing but the next step...
This is an update, not a poem…
I haven't been writing much poetry lately...
Honeysuckle Anecdotes
The maddest are the best who've lived, that never bifurcate fact from fiction...
Chasing Echoes
I'm left chasing echoes in small, empty rooms...
Where I Would Forever Love to Stay
You are the corner of the world where I would forever love to stay...
A Fallen Ambassade
The pen rests on the page - a fallen ambassade...
