Hornblower on Deck (sonnet)
Horatio, why stalk this quarterdeck...
Like a water paint under the rains
life has colored me in blurs and a swirl...
First they were useful
seemed like the needs...
Here I Am
Sizzling heat, concrete melting...
Sometimes in serenity our passion sleeps
In that dimness, or darkness we all may dream...
The dancers take the darkened stage
in a shuffling shimmer of sound...
Opaque and vaporous
scenery inspired me to...
Precociously; I have approached
unsecured gates of a darker world...
Natasha was my friend
When I was thirteen...
Running From A Tailwind
Dec. 1st 2007 #94...
Sitting alone
together once upon a time...
Knowing tomorrow's yesterday is not cliche
It is so much easier just to say today...