Plight of the Poet

We are the children of memory, which seems so unreal now, when childhood a distant dream. It’s hard to imagine you once were young, it’s...

From the novel Monopole. Teddy’s unconscious thoughts then wander, finding their way back to Sylvie, as his memory continues playing like...

Where then have all the beleaguered thoughts disappeared? They tarry into yesteryear. What state of such recompose has lingered in that...

From Monopole [formerly Theodorus in Excelsis] An ever-fleeting storm dissipates beyond the deep horizon. She is best when she is less...