Writing
2026
A Lover of The Symphony
I sit myself in a place where the crowd is mere mirage.There is nothing in this…
Lena Confesses
I never had time for the strangers with their barstool philosophies and their breath like last…
Meeting Peter at the Tate
First a visit to the Giacometti exhibit. Haven’t been in London for years and my first…
For Love of The Word “Love”
Poets grabbed the word “love.” And they kept it for themselves. Does that surprise you? Who…
There are days
There are days when the street is the most spiritless place on earth. You leave the…
The Ref
Donny Lewis awakes each morning and mutters a disappointed “Oh, man!” first thing because he’s still…
Texan Thunderstorm
I moan of the subtle pain, hidden under my spine arched like an arrow ready to…
The Shawl Seller
Excerpt from my novel in progress, The Shawl Seller The Saffron Warriors, as the other team…
2019
Alive – or Otherwise
I open my eyes Low and behold, to my surprise I am alive still Everyone but…
Feral mundane
Dark alley Where we met Maimed by your simper Lurking, patiently waiting, prowling For my heart…
Teardrop’s ash
What can I say, and how To make the words into shievers Where would I learn,…
I saw you on the bus
I saw you on the bus. I never knew you, but I knew you when. When…
Leftover love
I hid you in my thought Deep, in dark ravines Behind mountains of chores I chained…
The kiss, the satin & a year
The smile descended in the room past five One wall was made of shade the one…