A visual poem without words ! A cursed soul tormented by dreams and visions of a possible disastrous future. Train footage by nicholas noble. http://www.youtube.com/user/nicholasnoble

The sea is deep. The sea is vast. The winds, they die. The winds they blast. Does he think of the sheets on the clothes-lines As he darts mid the rigging and sails? Does his ship rock him...

How strong it is, this feeling of regret, You long to see the lands and loves you've known. (For Eden's flowers fade if you forget) In dreams you may return, but wake alone. Yes, now I know...

Constantine Cavafy 69. GAZING All the beauty I ever saw before - yes, all of it; none of it abandoned - has turned into an archetypal image lost in the creeping foliage of my brain among thick...

Something Slips My Mind By Reid Baer The stout and stern lady bank teller looks Up at me and says, “I can’t cash this check.” Two panic attacks and three decades pass Then she follows...

Baby Blues
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

It’s not that important really,
once sharp wit… dulled by complacency.
Not the grand mal of...

How Shall I Interpret My Soul?
By Reid Baer

How shall I interpret my soul?
Name the wild numinous within?
By charting the stars or reading
the lines on my...