Long after the laughing crowd disperses by one person at a time, The triumph of the individual, the sorrow, collective of the losses. Brown the lawn, tight the spiral, anomalous the throw deep down field Concealing all of the … Continue reading →
Last chances of smoke Curling with the blowing wind And taking our other selves As a sieve or a filter Or an air brush touching up What is coming down. Down to greet us and meet us From deep … Continue reading →
A lover’s swoon at the moon When heat and nadir find the axis mundi – Center of the world. Back to sleep we go dreaming of a carpet and A mind in time to wash and go to breakfast … Continue reading →
How from the personal to the universal, transpersonal, Caring about something, Some not me from the confines of mind I seem to carry And impose everywhere. Grey suit body, doubling our sad sack of trouble, Troubadour number of the … Continue reading →
Easy as pie, Pulling cherries from the sky Where the trees blossom in Spring and hang Their two by two cherry fruits. You hang with me all these years, A blink for time ripened. A hop scotch for woman … Continue reading →
The glance of the timeless upset with its stasis Discovers uncertainties inherent within, An unrelenting math, An engine of the vast chaos And her most minute reflections. Water drops are one thing but The mind and her shadow senses, … Continue reading →
Perfect capsule, white and forever, Blank space shuttle hibernating compartments Like suicides measured in their bunks With allotments specific to each For their pills and ideas of the worlds to come. It all depends on where you stand and … Continue reading →
Dance of shade needs the light source, however dim or back lit. Illumined from below, still, the dark world absorbs its cosmic quotient and turns. Timid is the eye before the light, always moving on, not quite arriving at … Continue reading →
Folded inward so long As to finally find a way out to others As if communicating through veils of time That landed us here. We two, semblance, reflection, Doting and doubting that Ever two worlds could say and be … Continue reading →
Missed another badly the other day, One upped, and down the path alone Wondering how such brazen absurdities Could calculate and determine sanctity From sound and symbol and the buzz Of the crowd watching. The tight rope, the pleasure … Continue reading →