Month: March 2015


Collide There is no music Just beauty Flowing peacefully out of you and me In the quiet darkness. Love like ours cannot again be harvested by anyone else. We are bodies plush The aroma of this love sifts through the… Read More ›


Ataraxia When whistles in my drums remain loud engines roaring from a plane echoes to drive one’s mind insane such sounds that misbehave A baby’s cry not so soothing a conversation of a desperate wooing a neighbor’s instrumental thumping oh… Read More ›