Roman ruins lying off a square in Arles
Muscles of stone hold fast one on top of another, watch time slip by in tiny packages, endless streams pouring …
Muscles of stone hold fast one on top of another, watch time slip by in tiny packages, endless streams pouring …
Abandoned farmhouse, greying outbuildings. Our old elm on the corner that died last year stood through the winter to remind …
hill rolls under concrete, skyscrapers, shops, trains, all that seems forever as I climb toward my hotel all that seems …
How it is that time moves in pieces that each we must note or touch or somehow move to mind …
my mind goes numb at the look of your shadow, gauze hanging there filtering moonlight reflected off bright clouds and …
O wondrous, wondrous new — stone pressed from green blue, red, gray white fragments appear richer in the sun and …
If you have visited only in the summer, the weight of snowfall on this strip between the big and little …
April is perfect in all conceivable ways apart from the pining separation from November’s divine dark