2017, August 23 – 2756 – provence 2

yellow hues of walls
huddled high on hilltops
stones carefully placed
to weather the seasons
long after swords and arrows
have fallen and rusted away
empty cobbled streets
that no longer echo
forgotten footsteps on distant doorsteps
and distant dreams


2016, January 12 – 1190 – after vacation

how strange to return to normal,
things familiar yet new again,
see the world with eyes reborn.
everything that was banal
appears in a different light.
clearer, sharper, from another sight
the mind refreshed
and beliefs redressed
experiences that will be missed
until the next visit

2015, November 3 – 940 – happiness? 2

is it the little things?
is it filling my life?
does it happen all the time?
am i more than content?
is it being not sad?
how can i tell what it is?
is it enough?
do i want more?
am i doing the right things?
should i do more?
should i be more?
how do i define myself?
how do i define it?
how do i know?
how do i know?

2015, October 26 – 920 – tired 7

my fire burns on other pages
not the one that lays before me
unfurling for my unsteady footsteps
and furtive glances
drawing on exhausted thoughts
that are parched and drifting
senses that cannot quench my thirst
and ignore the passing world
leaving me frustrated, angry, and tired.
tonight, i must rest
so perhaps tomorrow
the embers of my page will reignite
and shine anew upon my shadowed mind.