...in the middle of the aftermidnight...

Poetry and music share rhythm, emotion, and structure, so in a way, poetry could be seen as a song waiting for a melody. But at the same time, poetry has its own unique power, using just words to create music in the reader’s mind.

"I am afraid my heart will get walled in by your high towers of steel and glass
While I dream alone, a multitude of stars twinkling in my eyes
This world rapidly shrinks as the discontent grows until we face an impasse
Where we stare in fear at each other, stuck in our own pretty lies."*

*Excerpt from "...In the middle of the aftermidnight...", now available on Amazon.

The Fishermen

Two fishermen stand quietly on their narrow wooden boat, dwarfed by the vast, silver waters of Koh Samui, Thailand. Heavy clouds loom overhead, casting dramatic shadows.  The scene is raw, stripped down to its elemental forces; man, water, and weather. A moment of stillness against nature’s immense and indifferent canvas.