Thursday, August 5, 2010

A kind of Hush

The night rolls out like a black snake
Hissing few soundless songs…
In the deep shadows of trees
I hear the wind weep, hiding its face in the dark.

*The title is derived from an old Carpenters’ song- “There is a kind of hush all over the world…”

Tuesday, August 3, 2010


The dawn breaks-
And the breeze floats in
Like a slow and mysterious river,
To rip out my cold sheet
And stitch the shredded sky.



Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...