Close midnight, Power-failure; candle light One photograph, one cigarette, And miles of meaning, For solace, comfort and a kind of morning.   Early morning; New life, new birds, New telephone read more…

As dreams crossing through a night sky, Strangers meet, for more than a meeting; Hands touch, for more than a touch. Eyes hold for more than a glance In a read more…

I sit in this bare room Solitary and at rest; As outside the howling wind of this desert night Tells of the frailty of cement and stone Whose brittle, futile read more…

Broken birds on your flight to no goal Heal yourself even as the bones grow strong and right. The pains of their gratings will cease Though the journey is long, read more…

There is a hand Brushing dirt from my eyes. It cares and grieves for me; I, who do not see.   Who do not see now and never will. Who read more…