Hello Human.

I've stained these pixels with a homemade digital ink. Be aware - it doesn't come off in the shower.


Sea Foam

Saturday, April 29, 2017

We are tangible
As letters
In the words that we choose
When we see our reflections
In each other's eyes

We are tangible
As seconds
In the time that we lose
When our bodies detach
To say silent goodbyes

The Swans of Señor Salvador

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

I checked behind the walls
That carry the weight of your paintings
I examined your signature
Under the black and red tiles
That cover your floor
I went through the tears
That you keep in a drawer
And the smiles
That you find on the shore

Chianti Reserve

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

In Tuscany, in the early morning haze
When oaken barrels cradle wine
And grapes dream of pearls in dew
The moonlight curls the vines
Turning vineyards into lace
Oh, the pleasures that we knew

Private Scandal

Sunday, April 23, 2017

You wear the light
That you stripped from a candle
A bite of shadow on your guilty lips
You turn the night
Into your private scandal
You call it a bourgeois eclipse

Fresh Blood For The Paper Dragons

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The deed was done
The windmills won
Reality had the final word
A wounded Don Quixote is lying
By his broken, wooden sword
“Alas!” he’s crying, “Alas, another daydreamer is dying.”
Bleeding hearts and fairy tales