As she washed
upon the shore,
her long slender
limbs shook the
sea off her skin.

Tales from Montenegro

There once was a man who wept,
on a river of his tears he slept,
while of rushing, falling rain he dreamt,
and his heart's beat at a quick pace was kept.

Away he drifted and far beyond was sent,
while within the land of dreams he was lent,
by a red tailed raven, a feather tall and bent,
which with as he woke, he rose, and high above he went.


Photo Credit- Josh Elan

Thunderous Tranquility

Somedays it’s good to change our old styled time,
For at times our sun needs to be treated like a child.


And the moon we should strip bare of all her layers
Like a sophisticated onion.


And once in a while, I think the trains
And buses should wait for an hour, no,
Two, simply because we weren’t there yet.