Category Archives: Prose

Words about words,

tapping on a window

like rain.


Togetherness is not

a withered field,

it is three thousand

great thousand worlds,

dew posted

on every blade of grass.

Texture touched smooth,

surface of a puddle rippled.

Change one more step ahead,

lingering finger to finger

moving wall-to-wall.

Skewed hearts, airy muses,

graves prepped for fall.

Baptism by dew say,

bruises call for ‘holy water’.

balanced sat unbalanced,

excess further from extra old.

Stopped for a moment in sleep;

star touches fingers,

mind crosses thoughts deep.

A hiraeth is a homesickness: spring waiting with a cure.

Painful watching the dead die a second death.

You were you,


I was

no more.