sylvan shadows

new fears wet, exposed don’t be afraid of the dark demons in daydreams (studios without walls)

On the Northern Avenue Bridge

darkly haunted, hoarse, thousands of redcoats incensed — lobsters, tea, sink, sunk

Under the Longwood Avenue Bridge, Boston

mind ablaze, new treads made, wet-bleak with honking geese, a simpering wind

Under the Benjamin Franklin Bridge, Philadelphia

old town, furtive, miles of grey windswept looks from my lover like that, we turn one.

in twists and turns, to embrace another.

suffice to say, there are lots of beginnings and changings and morphings and altogether steady explodings at the moment. but the very first of many bits of news: i’ve had time to tinker with and upgrade her somewhat to levels of respectable internet. despite the fact that i was voraciously creating content online for … Continue reading