Music lover, physicist gone to the dark side, player of word games and poet. Seldom thanks for RT, but always appreciate them.
Sentenced after false confessionskidnapped into custody,deprived of citizenship, being forcedupon himself the burdenof a country, he’s denounced,being forced to carry on his backthe crimes of other…
Mirror me from moonless twilight,from convicted waters dulledby sullen duskburied beneath waterlogged bracken- Dye me from hesitant windswrithing between forgottenheadstones of a countryside gravey…
This time of yearwe see them pairing upelaborately dancing, bowingup and down,circling round and roundand water mirroredamong the reeds, they will builda flimsy nest,barely over water settingtheir …
If you seek adventuredon’t let yourself be trappedin what is shown on maps.you’ll never meet a strangerin what’s known, presented.No, my friend, you must leavewhat’s drawn, known, perceivedas safe;…
The forest is also a library,each tree being a bookevery bough is a sentenceand now as the spring tiptoesover moss and pine needlesthe birch buds are breakingand the books turns frombarren prose in…
The library is taste-and colorless, desert, seaexisting only on the edgeof your atmosphere,some would say it is largerthan the universewhile others claim it’s justa tiny box of liesillusion and a f…
This weekend spring felt close to summer but as other places transition into summer we are still early in spring. The woods are white and blue with anemones, but most of the trees are still bare.Sa…
Late in Aprilwhen the sun sets latesome sunrays piercethe silence of his library,with the savageryof spiteful scimitars. The aged librarianperceive the slightest tinglestarting in his stomachas fro…
A summer breeze moves the muslin drapesas shallow shadows dance on naked skinand windows open to the sea make shapesthe sunset paints us in a sweeter sense of sin. We listen to the sounds of dusk, …
Young, we embraced ideas of changebut quickly from dreaming derangedto terror, to death, into blood,to malice from bold brotherhood.we frowned at slow evolutionsto bless our fierce revolution,but a…
This week we feltfor the first timehow a compassionate breezefrolicking on skin, in hairwhile dandelion yellownessenlighten last year’s grass with thebrightness of sun We erupt in laughterwit…
What I called fear of losing faith(or losing face) or being named a fraud,you saidwas being chickenhearted, craven,not standing up,or bending (bowing)to the will of others,of being molded into serv…
Dragonlike, that night,we spilled our spells,amalgamated,intimimated, closer, deeperfurther, higher everhigher until we fireflewabove our beingsand died in tiny fragments,burned, combusteduntil we …
I don’t mind the normal weeds;I find baby Nettles perfect for soupand the Ground Elder tastes betterthan spinach in stew,and someday I may even turnmy dandelion blooms into wine. but the Japanese K…
Monday, lead-laden with tasks and liabilities. A whole week of hours and hours, of powerpointing, of random arbitrations, negations, and negotiations. This morning winter was back and they promised…
You came from the past,born to believe induty, to always exceed,to always do your best,I think you might havebelieved in change, butnever felt at homewith revolutionary youth, you werea conservativ…
You’ve gifted me daylighta sun-tingled soft sensation of changes,a shift of perspectivefrom darkness to brightness,a closeness to spring andsubtle sensations of joy. While today it was overcast, wi…
