In the space of a moment I sigh
And look in to the silvery Moon...

Inspiration intercedes on my behalf
Pounding out a steady drumbeat...

I put on that smile for you
As you tell me what's really going on...

I sit here alone inside my room
Right by the grey phone...

{inspired by Woolfe's short story The Woman In The...
No one should have mirrors...

Am I a leaf, floating on the wind
Am I a falling star, never to land...

Is poetry enough
To describe the thoughts...

An untitled name,
An untitled place...

Speak, memory
And evoke the images...

The eloquence of the wind,
Dancing across the latent sky...

The world hangs in suspension
Whispering a tart question to the black universe...

I long to reach deep into my own skin
And pull out this aching thorn lodged deep in to...