This compilation is a series of messages, addressed to you, from the lands lying in the deep recesses of my mind. Some ephemeral wind stirs them up like leaves, every so-often a few reach an open window and cross the barrier between imagination and reality.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

imagining scenes
not yet rendered
I look forward
burdening myself
with painful hopes
the tender phrases
may my eyes caress
your sweet unknowable perfection
could a hole
in my puzzle fill

with a shape like M