Enjoy the silence



White quiet


I will not postulate

I would not be so bold

On what she thinks

Or what she knows

That is how we fool ourselves

Thinking the cup has a handle

When the truth is

It’s not a cup at all


I know her better than anyone

And I barely know her at all

The moment I stop believing that

The waves will rise

Our country will vanish

And all that shall remain

Will be the desolate solitude

Of an empty horizon.




Words and image are my own.



This is the day


One life ending…


No rain will fall today

No tears of regret

For past mistakes

Nor painful memories

From distant skies

The sun will smile down upon

This circle of hope

Glint brightly from these rings of completion

There will be smiles


And shaky voices

As the ghost of the old school principal

Watches on from the windows

The banished spirit of past longing.