White trees white nights white space white sun white rooms white emptiness wet streets white nights white nights white nights… the notion of some suffering thing. The corrugations of sun… ages. forgets, warms, dies… echoes of images. Some sweet suffering thing, white as an image under the sculpted sun. … Continue reading

Somewhere, someone dreams of me. The sand repeats other sand, the mirror other mirrors. I am an abstraction among abstractions, a dream among other dreams–an emptiness that echoes the voluptuousness of nothing. A dream is a plethora, a plethora is a dream, lost in the ecstasy of shadows, the warmth of forgetfulness, within which I Continue reading