Scribbled Canvas

It is not the pulse of the oars dragging into deep and shattering still to stir. It is not the slide that brings you forward and back, li...

Here it lies before us - another year, unturned pages linen stark white, preface and epilogue and we, the scribes. What will we etc...

I want to go there, to lands across oceans… lands of cyprus green air and dirt roads that cloud a memory path as you bump along on awkwar...