I drift wearily in soft flame,
Spectres flitting on the walls...

I walk with stolen vision
through mist-shrouded fields...

[For a short time many years passed I experimented...
"Yeah, that’s nice," asides my...

10 July 2009
Cordially, I make my bows...

In nightmare shades and dreamy hues,
Envision the stark beauty of...

40 million reasons
Feed my despair...

[Inspired upon reading Christopher Moore's...
I ponder these single words with paragraph...

So vivid is the wild flower,
shocking white against...

It claws for me in the dark,
or in the misty ambiguity...

Wash winter waves,
Bathe my aged aching flesh...

A sliver then,
a single silver crescent...

Tenderly sighing in sparkling clarity,
The stream’s cool waters flow blissfully...