Sinistrata (a poem)

In the twilight through the window from next door the sounds of melancholy and despair once deep within now out in the open darkness under shadow and cover One solitary figure there in the space an architect of gloom a raw wound open and fresh Washes and waves questions in sustain with percussive accents a [...]

The third day of rain (a poem)

Giving in to the autumnal cast of the last few days… 1 It's the third day of rain today… Summer is returning us gently back to the cradle of autumn with its crackling bed of bronzed leaves and its promises of warm fireplaces and soft blankets a hint of melancholy in the air vaguely reminiscent [...]