Monday, July 29


Climbing one another's Inclinations.

Saturday, July 20


I glimpsed all of those early mornings and hazy afternoons
 and senses lost,
 swim together in a bittersweet compliance
 that even today, 
ways can and must be inevitably parted. 

Tuesday, July 9

Irish Tuesday

There is something about the Irish, in their hands, maybe,
a warmth, and cheer to mask bits of loneliness,
that after seven weeks
I still can't fully grasp.