Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Thirteen
The man in the hat is a husband. He is also something else. Who is also somewhere how? By means of the midnight train. But when is somehow what? When the clock strikes thirteen. Written in spontaneous collaboration with Jory Woodis.
Somehow
Somehow he never quite told the truth. He lived in a different world, but no one could tell.You see, he had a way with words. It's a pity he hid behind them. Otherwise someone might have helped.Or maybe hiding saved him. It's hard to say. Words have no face, but they can describe one.Words don't [...]
Love
First, I thought love is feeling that moves me to action. Then I believed love is action that inspires me to feel. At last, I learned it is neither. Love is an attitude. An attitude that influences what I do and how I feel. Love is the attitude I possess when [...]
