Posted on December 20, 2016 / Poetry City of Trees And if nimble fingers could penetrate the dappled canopy I could touch light itself. Or to even brush the fingers of giants, tracing their palms with my fingers. I feel an understanding, a knowing. I too sway;[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on January 31, 2016March 5, 2016 / Haiku Gold Malleable gold. The children slave like oxen. A happy birthday. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on January 30, 2016March 5, 2016 / Photography Stars of Commerce Lights in motion, from rail to port, Melbourne. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share