Jaguar

Your fine feathered wings are damp and broken with the sweat and tears you thought you had long buried, but here they are still today, storming about you like a tempestuous wretch unable to leave you ... Read More

The river calls

As the river calls My answer is silent this eve The walls though are not so stubborn Bit by bit they return the call Succumbing to the violent ebb and flow Of the rivers call... Read More