THE LANDLORD’S WIFE

This is a page, dear reader, from my life about a love both secret and unspoken, for, you see, she was the landlord’s wife – and I, a lonely surveyor and month long tenant. On a misty eve in an icy, grey, November, did I make my way to her elegant door, as the mountains…

Hallowed Ground

Don't tread on the hallowed ground of my sins with those holier-than-thou feet, There is a spell to protect and keep sinners like you from its boundaries. I'd never cloaked myself in sanctity, was brave enough to brave your serpentine acrimony; had consecrated each divinely intoxicating memory, purging my soul of every human profanity... Now…

OF LOVE AND WAR

I’ve sought long to seek answers to this desperate thirst, this aching pull towards companionship, towards other souls; the need to draw and be drawn to another human – brought out by the innate understanding that one’s burdens weren’t meant to be borne by oneself alone; that the cloak of loneliness was to be shed,…

The Wind and the Tree

In the days of old, on an isolated icy mountain, far up the Northern belt of a place that now boasts only of ruins, of debris, of poetry - of the essence of a great love that once existed; a great battle, that once was fought; and the low, pining rustling of the suspicious, secluded,…

ALL MY WORDS…

I kissed each letter before blowing them to you, in words this dancing heart inscribed, as the soul lit up in love's blushed hues, the yen for its mate swelling like the moon's tide. Orbs of words whirled around in pink promenade, quick stepping to amorous sentences, as sweet rhymes formed into a tender serenade…