Monday, December 24, 2012


How far can empathy go? The path has run short of comfort and fell into insignificance. There are no such binding of words to mean more than pipe-blown smoke. Presence is my only offering. And the assurance that I will never deny grieving with lies of "good intention"

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

tell me your destination

Plastic orbs sustain
the brassy glowing halos
floating out,
all even spaced,
above the winding
shiny black plastic.