Month: April 2018


Gentle is the night swallowing gulls upon beaches, where they lay young while grass upon dunes reaches. A breeze whisping parting swirls of sand that rises upward then falls back to land. My eyes have beheld such glorious sights. Peaks… Read More ›

An Obstinate Muse

The future it came, not its master am I. Here I might shatter but I will not comply. Subservient musings, here I stand amazed. I will note the notion see how a pen behaves? Wrought bitter aspects did newness require…. Read More ›