Poetry

Reticence I hold my silence in your distance

Treble I have entered the labyrinth and I have exited thence, wounded by skepticism.

House of Shadows I stand upon a threshold of a house haunted by promises,

The Phases of Sleep My dog sickles and rounds in my bed. No almanac predicts his phases; I learn...

Rondeau in Winter “like a worm, was I wrapt round and round”              ...

Lycanthropes She told me, she fears the night for then, all banished monsters retreat out of nowhere, recycled into...

 Fading Away…. It symbolizes sadness, they say But I’ve never seen such a beauty in decay Remains of summer,...

Paternity Suite Is this a gem-like flame I see before me or a lucid stone whose echoed sparkles’

Fata Morgana Come nightfall she kneels amid sedge and peers into the stream, anticipating her countenance yet taken aback...

Religion At the riverbank, I was praying to my God, floundering for our unification.