My writing

My writing that is published on this site, including lots of creative commons poetry.

  • March 12

    Winter? My ears feel cool. Cool, smooth, dry. Winter? The air is rainy. Rainy, breezy, sweet. Corridor smells: coffee, light, voices. Bustle, concentrate, murmur. Whirr. Keys type. Numbers generate. Diagrams draw. The beach will be empty; lonely; peaceful. Winter? My limbs are clothed. Clothed, covered, safe. Winter? The city is watered. Watered, lighted, shined. Winter… Read more