The London Hours, 2012

* what has smeared me fully and flat dense in this silence . skin against skin bones interwoven infinite cover as the sky . around the earth if you look well . .       Filed under: Poetry

The London Hours, 2012

* past rolling over unfolding falling as old wall paper glueless . brushing off dry skin and dry days it’s well on the right path i walk there . under the sky told memories and no more silence smudged silence . i’m learning advancing not gravid light .++ ..A Filed under: Poetry