How long the journey Across a narrow mind Set so firm to curve and meander Nowhere blind. Set free the traveller With questioning eye That sees the boundaries of limits And decries.
Can I hold my mistakes in the palm of my hand, Telling like a tiny timepiece, and wind back to face them a second time? “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Wind’
What watches from dark sheets of night's sky and winks through tilted moons wry eye? "Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt 'Watch'
Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?* Whose song springs from gravel graves beneath where the sand shoal looms? Whose tune pitches and pains through the octaves of sea-worn remains? Whose melody echoes and courses across time-spent sand grains? This baseless lament rises from the water herself, A plaintiff cry, a …