That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.

1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…

I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…

That cranky old mongrel hound cooped up down the alley; he ain’t got no teeth no more but he still knows how to snarl. he gets them young pups all worked…

My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,

I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry

I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;

I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour

Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart