April’s stillness, ruffled by a hum of The distant drone of a circular saw The pressing winds of moving cars The drift of a child’s laughter Sound is a field of words Image entitled “Motion”.
The city is not anyone’s anymore, as if it ever was. The empty railroad warehouses, where… Romance wore smudged faces, fought over a tough touch. Now, old bruises, vanished on the wide surface of skin. Strong arms refused to let go To lovers Who… Continue Reading “Wild Glow”