The hill faraway

November 11, 2018

The hill stands innocent as it always has – empty now, or perhaps drowsily crossed by weekend strollers. What is …

Waiting for the doctor

November 10, 2016

hazy dry, as if in midair distant beeps, rattles, blood pressure cuff wheezing up, releasing, hour after hour, day may …

November 11, 2015

I do not cry loud for battle having given my hand already having held my dying kin having rested under …

November 5, 2015

I can leave you only a wisp of my breath and honest intent as I pause, watching you, with both …

November 11, 2014

The sun was bright today, but not enough to keep the lanterns lit tonight. Bare tree branches in tangled knots …