Category: Poetry

An Afternoon at the Quarry – SUPERSET

A heady silence hung thickly on the air, broken only by the falling of snow clods from laden branches.  And if I were not there, would they have…

Lonely Snowy Streets

No one is at the picnic table. No one staying in hotel.The church is empty, icy cold. The bench outside surrounded by untouched snow. No one is driving…

A Study in Understanding Rome – Part VIII of XI

~ The sound of a beautiful choir singing like angels ~ The holy war I fight within My camera sensor or my film Can raise me up above…