Glimmerglass

I am drawn to its light, Like a moth to a lamp. Shot from the ArcherSomewhere behind, An arrow of fireIgnites the columnsFrom within,Like the kerosene flameBehind stained glass.The white ...

Quiet waters, and the bridge over pale lightmasks the dusky road. I would like to seethe afternoon lightswallow you upin the faint taste of autumn. Here I stand;the roses are ...

Cement mountains; ah!Irony of succession,You will destroy me. Note: Haiku written while gazing at the forest.

PearlsI like to think that you planned that evening in perfectprecision, like the wide stretch of pink over teeth, pearls rounded to sweetnessby the caustic tightness of salt. How the ...