A Dream
In the dreamscape there were tents. Made of found wood and canvas tarps. Huge, man length snakes appeared on the sand. I wanted those scales on my body. Black and rainbow all at the same time. I wanted to… Continue Reading
Poetry
On Aging
Today I saw my face for the reality it was. Creased, and lined, and peeling around the edges like a Victorian lady whose paint had faded long ago. What had I become? Not a shadow, not an echo but a… Continue Reading