Night-time Memories My world, a dark blue in itsVastness comes with achesAnd pains and a cache ofVisions that echo in theEbony void, of its emptiness.My music, filled with secretsAnd stories couples me toWinter’s wind as it ricochetsOff my nighttime memories. … Continue reading →

This is the season when small children write cryptic notes to a white bearded stranger in the North Pole, and dream of lighted Christmas trees with bundles of colourful packages underneath: When the elderly dream of past Christmas dinners packed … Continue reading →

The Strange Emptiness of the Night Eerie emotions stormed through my weary mindas dark visions screamedinto my haunting memoriesstreaming through the wind,and as the moon flowed into the darknessof the unforgiving horizon,my mind was forcedto wade into the icy metaphoric … Continue reading →