So much to do and so little time to do it in.

Citrus haiku.

Being more comfortable in the darkness which shadows ones imperfections.

This poem is about the beauty of life and the fickleness of a life in which we are forced to dream and wish for things to go well for us.

Inspired by watching my the glow on my lover’s face after sex.

Dark and cynical.

God and Nature can leave a vivid and lasting impression. Thoughts after the storm.