Surprisingly I’m still the same Unable to resist sunshine in cloth, must hold it to my Nose and breathe. Sleep Leans in then and I am a child again, Gazing over my little batik sarong, its smell a Hammock for my Tiredness. In its quiet hug, I am safe. Written for dVerse Poetics. "Common Scents"
Painting by Morgan Stokes "man in navy" Man in Navy The man in navy has pale fingers, nothing round, his eyes blade blue, long nose finishing in silence - lips tight as button holes. See the approaching angle of his cigaretted hand and hair, from root to tip is night to bleaching sun. He sits … Continue reading Man in Navy
Out of the Cave 