Shadows dance softly on the rim of silence. As Periphery Circles: An Unfolding, L. Echo, 1977
Beneath the pallor, stories leak into the void, filling empty whispers. In Constellation's Grip, P. Echo, 1985
Time, an illusion of path, marks its territory with forgotten dreams. Silent Paths Journal, A. lune, 1992
When the ink dries, reality reshapes itself in contours unseen. Ink and Reflection, T. Shade, 1980