ICARUS

I WONDER IF I WILL HAVE THE TIME?

I want to grow old with you.

We’ll wrinkle together. And grey.
Lose our glasses, our vision, our hearing, our memory, our friends.

Look back at days past. With much fondness and some regret.

GREAT CIRCLE

Billet Doux

There was a time I’d write.

Furtively.
With fountain pen and India ink.
On handmade paper.

PURPLE PROSE

Pretty petals all in a row,

Internalise

Visualise.
Analyse.
Recognise.