There had come a point where the motor home and assortment of masks were all they materially possessed; in daily constancy stood love…”
Of our Azure lineage
A Saharan Fable.
A fragment from a lost nautical tale.
The painful act of war performed by brave guardians.
The empty plain around Stonehenge Sits as a bare graveyard. We learn of Stonehenge in the lengthy texts As we force boiling coffee down our tired mouths. What about those … Continue reading May Never Die
To live and die as moving parts.
Clash the colors on the Castillan canvas along the cream cathedral, I cross away… To the dream painted scenery etched along the winding Spanish walk, Where the Tormes river … Continue reading Red, Yellow