September 25, 2010


we’re all walking around –
naked people with cloths on

September 23, 2010


my world is grey
grey like the clouds
and the spheres that haunt my days

September 23, 2010


You haunt me like a ghost
Like a ghost in a photograph

September 23, 2010


I can’t count the days
It’s like counting the miles as I drive away.

September 23, 2010

not so

“‘Do I dare? And Do I dare?'”
And the question choaked
On silent air.

September 20, 2010


count the steps
count the steps
t’ward death

September 3, 2010

these words

I could say these words to you
Over and over
Till their worn and faded
Like an old photograph.

September 3, 2010


It’s summertime:
The days are long
And we’re immortal.

September 3, 2010

peace on earth

A woman let out a birth cry
In a war torn world.

Peace on Earth.

September 2, 2010

a child’s metaphor

“And in there,” he said, pointing his small child’s finger at the barn “are the blades with the shadows that look like a – a bow.”