The Return

I turned the key and opened wide the door To enter my deserted room again, Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain. Was it not lonely ... Read more


At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self. —Brendan Francis Solitude . . . a ... Read more

lone • li • ness

if you pause to listen carefully you can hear the silence in my house fan blades whirl above to ease the buttery warmth of summer days gone ... Read more