My Mother's Solar System

Night Drives

The Secret Meadow

A Century Under The Gate

I was a thought. I am now. I will be forever a poet. I search, I ramble, I dive, I travel, I discover, I roll on, I walk, I follow the trains, I follow the people. I watch the night sky. I hear the wind. I see. I breath. I write. I live to find the moments in between the moments that are standing still waiting to be heard. The human moment that stands on the precipice of the secrets we spend our whole lives looking for. I am a painter. I am a writer. I am a witness.   

Mic M. L. Silverline