Sects’n beasts...... Sierra Madre, Michoacan, Mexico.

the icy hold over my world is imagined,the mist clouding my perception but not my path.i'm not hallucinating.just telling myself stories,weaving a deception,a denial.i'm not numb.not blank.not weeping

Would you settle for second best?

Sleepless nights make for troublesome days.

Please don't read this if you were at all affected by the Tsunami. I don't want to upset or offend anyone. It was written years ago and is just meant as a poem - nothing more. Thanks.

Lobster boats lick their way across Northumberland Strait.

Perhaps we too could push aside our timidity.