Six a.m.

Out the door at  sunrise, juxtaposed  against sultry  silhouettes painted in  alleyways, ruthlessly  stalked by acoustic  shadows.    We fancy ourselves  romantic bards and written word insurgents, but we never pen anything reminisced  by…

Soundlessly

Beneath this pier I often encounter my tenth dimension space, onshore waves surge soundlessly in my consciousness.   Once a humble soul, before I became immortal, I now compose resonant…