Poetry, story

A Medieval Folklore

They said she lived in her family home -a castle erected two hundred years ago;and in her white satin nightgown did roam;oft looking out the beautiful turret window. They said she read many fables and loresbut most of all, loved the poems of Poe;perhaps it gave her some peace to to knowthat others had known… Continue reading A Medieval Folklore


Passing through

This is a night for sad songs...a good cry, silences, melancholy. Wars have ended sooner, I sigh, sins overlooked, and leap years gone by. Not one, but ten thousand thousand suns risen and set; phases of the moon on a never-ending loop. Passing through. People have grown, birds from nests flown, smouldering dreams still smoulder… Continue reading Passing through