Far From Home
Today no words rise from this dirt, this soil so cold and damp and English; As I write beneath the clouds in greyed light, my verse basks in the midday suns of Chilean fields. They […]
View ArticleJakarta is Coming
Through shattered glass I see the waves murmur rumour as they break, telling quiet tales of far away streams of red, foam walls echoing songs from Santiago carried by the rivers and snaps of lead, […]
View ArticleUn Poema de Amor y una Canción Desesperada
I sing like the winds that revolve and rattle through the scent of pines. From the mountain peak I praise the plains that stretch out and grow. There my love is found, Dancing with the brightness of...
View Article
More Pages to Explore .....