Wind Blown Whispers Wind Naked Down The Corridor

Art by Mary Hobbs

The morning chill came with a thin drizzle - dipped in tea and served with tobacco. Nausea was gulped down the throat for breakfast - the back of palm wiping the mouth. Trapped in a brown jacket and your green eyes, I felt a sudden urge to ask you to follow me to a place… Continue reading Wind Blown Whispers Wind Naked Down The Corridor

Wake Up Poe – It’s Almost 2018 and Lenore is Here

Passing by a place so familiar - it had only been a year, I recall: I had passed by this place last fall. It was at the break of December, I remember: a patient drizzle fell from the sky - over them, birds of Aengus fly. 'Tis when I anticipated your footsteps towards me, oh,… Continue reading Wake Up Poe – It’s Almost 2018 and Lenore is Here

There is no Honey for the Tea served in these Crowded Cafes

Art by Michel Guyon

I'd make a fine stone in the Duck and Drake game - skimming through the surface with the bare necessary contact, to sink when slowed down; you had seen me slowing down and sink with a faint splash, the moment you said it was better that we meet in letters, best we do not meet… Continue reading There is no Honey for the Tea served in these Crowded Cafes

Haiku(s) for Autumn

Art by Leonid Afremov

Autumn winds blow the trees wither, shed their leaves like my tears for you *** The birds chirp at night reminds me of the sound of your jingling earrings *** Intoxication in your love is far more than pegs of rum poured neat *** The mosquitoes bite me in the night as I sit waiting… Continue reading Haiku(s) for Autumn