anyway

someday you will walk a dripping sidewalk

the sea inspecting your retreat

waves scraping splinters from the dock

salt, sand, sidewalk meet

faded neon bars require the night to be duller

i hope you understand the saxophone player 

in his doorway of peeling color

a scarlet song drifting in the fog layer

i never liked cherries anyway

"But in some cases it is really more to one's credit to be carried away by an emotion, however unreasonable, which springs from a great love, than to be unmoved."

The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky 

These hands were born reaching.

They know no other way.

- Amy Berkhoudt

the title to one of her photographs which is as stunning as her words. 

right turn

Irish countryside