The blending of the senses. —

Sonnet 2 —

Sonnet 1 — Of black and red the walls do seem to me, I fear I’ve lost my way this sanguine night; A light now waned reflects to see them bleed, Accursed be the one to see this sight; Through dark my eyes did meet the candid ire, Of what my mind and heart…

Haiku about Renewal —

Flash fiction in a series of limericks. — They’re rather rich they say, the Goldane family name, and Beau can attest to his prestigious crest that his father had paved the way. With wits about the trade, and keen investments made, the old man said, “If you keep a clear head, your debts will surely be repaid!” Well…

The candle wanes — My condolences cast aside no solace for you or I in a time where we might find no use for reason or rhyme for in the game we play not unlike charades It’s futile for me to say I’d rather have you stay The light has rather waned Life force is running low I hate to see it go that thieving…

Haiku about Loneliness —

Haiku about Inefficacy —

Haiku about Imagination —