Writing

Moonrise corresponds across a realm of remembered nights. Underfoot, memory’s monochrome loyalty. Simple images repeat…

Not an easy villain, tender-soled, unkissable. Mocking from her suffocating chamber, oblivious to the flagellant…

I In a reign of harsh boundaries the dubious honor, and conscience in refuge. A…

To be forever sad, playing to the gallery of an emperor’s benevolent, distracted patronage. Frederick…

A bridge, and rain, and horses led to water. The wreckage in the churchyard smokes…

Dance a strict measure, Castiglione, of furs in the shadow of silver; in the elegance…

One is a nocturnal wood when mind lies down and sleep overawes the illicit groves,…

A spread fan of newspapers catches the eye, tall tales set apart by fruity colors…

The small bush planted in the crossroad courtyard is meant to be unnoticed. A dark…

I. Thomas Wyat In The Tower In the aftermath of days and nights of concentrated,…