It is raining on his arthritic back.
Is this all a vetran can hope for, expect, for...

London - my salvation?
I leave the cafe and make my way back...

In a largely unknown world, a luminescent, yet...
Across the midnight sky a comet sears a joyous...

Petals dance shoulder to shoulder. Purple, violet...
Wistful wonder lifts its palm to praise a...

Penurious parchment
aches...

Condemned wood
Life...

Why does a form whisper across my view
In places where the unfamiliar go...

Tears welled behind my
scuba glass: a seahorse...

An age has since past
yet, this spring day brings barbed hues...

On a summer sea
an ocean of promise swelled...

A Haiku..
Tangerine slik hangs...

The Icon, Sir Terrance fades to pips...
his fans send their man a final kiss...