Poems

Attachment

words on screen won't tell me you're still warm to touch somewhere this cold and glassy screen bears no impression of your passion no salty-pale ink...

Back outside

He's high enough above the city here to catch the early morning sun. He'd like to stay asleep, but seems to wake always at dawn when chilled light...
Cherry

Cross platform

Funny, you are spending all your working days inventing ways to make machines and men communicate, but evenings, even in the intimacy of our...