From her window a metropolis of the material world.

I stared at the space you used to inhabit until the road appeared as camouflage. Morning was skin and stone that day.

After the rains. The children having gone inside.

Amsterdam Appearances

posted late: 2010. Fullmoon morning

peruvian sleepers

In swift motions we are carried through mountain passages to times mysteries.

The story of the water walkers wakes me and i lean out the window to peer out at this city and its shape-shifting mirage image as it appears and disappears out of the fog.

stopped short of the lost coast, found ourselves here, more than enough