Death is the calling of a childhood friend
or a neighbors father, chilling sound...

Echos from a choir of nuns
can be heard from a convent down...

Within a darkness, beyond the sea
my friend and I, dog makes three...

Stone, shadowy edges...

A window pane can whisper my memories
such as a diary in which I have written...

I can write with a simplistic tone, saying &quot...
Forever and always , ending it with a kiss and a...

Haunted by your divine shadow
Scented trails of stale tobacco...

A verbal conversation, allowed the brain to...
back, when I was a young pea pod, growing in a...

I am nothing, but a ruby in a cloud
shimmering in a mirrored mist...

Bob Segar's walking on main street, destination...
musical relaxation causes me to hibernate...

I heard the discord of shackles
restrained In remembrance...

I often fantasize about
Mary Jane's perfume...