Eve
The only ones that matter beyond this room, reside within a plastic layer A hay barn, meadow of sweetness the echo of voices beyond sorrow Frozen without her home, holding into whatever we can imagine Continue reading Eve
The only ones that matter beyond this room, reside within a plastic layer A hay barn, meadow of sweetness the echo of voices beyond sorrow Frozen without her home, holding into whatever we can imagine Continue reading Eve
We prehistoric, we transcend the waters flowing round this bend these sunless valleys seek to mend A weary heart so eroded Whorl of dust and sound corroded This is where we breathe time to spend in Service of stars exploded Continue reading Whorl
All that rise, and here stand guard the biting sun and weeping cloud in doggerel from the unturned Bard This Sentinel will weep aloud… Continue reading Sentinel
From an ocean of tarmac Where the leaving of youth hurts I hold a few hours Tears of girls in all their moments I took hold of bodies soft I lost my heart, and plucked lace as crisp as the … Continue reading All the Sunsets
A season fell, like an absence felt in the place on a wall where a picture was placed for no sunlight to fallAllowed is not the same as polite Old men played songs at me Three decades ago, and any … Continue reading Cloudshadow
There a stand, a cluster here a river barely clad the remnant moraine as sensuous as a woman in lingerieTook off our shoes and felt the trickle Looked west to the dry brush of Alps rendered in a stroke of … Continue reading Storm and Beech
You cannot rule sand Water will slide from fingers You shall bow to Earth Continue reading Desert Haiku
These moments are paths, revealed, though the signs themselves are in languages that do not readily give their instruction. Staring at the rune inscribed on the tree he wondered what he would find along that way. The murmuration of starlings … Continue reading Runes
Not for me the world of cars, footpaths, traffic signals not alone, just otherwise occupied You see, the world began to cough, but not the trees I am dreaming, head bent, slowly walking searching the ground before me for the … Continue reading head bent, slowly walking
The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light Percy Bysshe Shelley There’s this moment where the plane is coming in low enough and we break through the blanket of clouds and … Continue reading Descent
Origami grown Tendrils, watercolor wash Finality picked Continue reading Bouquet Haiku