Paradise Lost

We used to play ball beneath boughs of bountiful brittle birch tree. We’d wander wild in wooded worlds which knew no impossibility. Sometimes he would be bandit and I’d track trail him for hours. Till the high noon shoot out, where he’d fall felled atop flowers. Other days I would play villain, wailing barbarous battle … More Paradise Lost

Don’t Pass Her By

The day dull done, the sorry sky turns grey. The crowded commuters have nothing to say. The train track traversing, a clickity-clack. My course set straight, seems no turning back. My station arrives and as I rise then to leave, I see her awaiting and I struggle to breathe. Her beauty bedazzles, I dream what … More Don’t Pass Her By