Slow Burn: a story of entrapmentThere is a dreadful silence hanging in the desert air. It is a bitterly lonely place. The wind is howling damningly through the rock…Oct 22, 2023Oct 22, 2023
Dreaming of an angelI stare blankly at my incompetence to draw deeply into my soul and to express the hidden recesses of my heart. The coal fire smoking…Oct 22, 2023Oct 22, 2023
A solitary chapel in a snow-covered landscapeThe audience has been waiting. She was late. It’s a bride’s right to be late, is it not? It is her day, after all. She is the princess —…Oct 23, 2022Oct 23, 2022
The Fire Next TimeI smell the beautiful burning wood — incense into the late-night sky A man, a neighbour making a fire.Oct 20, 2021Oct 20, 2021
Brother PedroI wrote this piece around fifteen years ago. After a few years, I made contact with Pedro again recently. He is now a priest living and…Oct 14, 2021Oct 14, 2021
A champion you find me: always without failWith an earth-like rawness, you draw me. The late afternoon stirrings, the breeze that brings the night: you lure me. Your taste bitter to…Oct 8, 2021Oct 8, 2021
My dearest, slowly decaying BellaWhat does it mean to be a self-conscious animal? The idea is ludicrous, if it is not monstrous. It means to know that one is food for…Sep 26, 2021Sep 26, 2021
Lullaby of longingI go to bed every night with thoughts of you. Imagining… wishing… and longing for your embrace. Anticipating with a pregnant expectancy…Sep 12, 2021Sep 12, 2021