as this long life slowly goes i find myself returning to look through wooded windows. forward or back, empires and regimes remain in pyramid...

i hate being around  people when i start  thinking this notion always  finds a way into  my soul all these beautiful  women in the  world an...

Each season walked through Darkness got crazy A spoon appeared to be The moon Guarded by treachery Any invisible army   As long as You could...

Automatic goes off in hand. Singers  don’t clean up scat. Poop’s  now the pudding.  Infection spread on word salad. Spontaneity combusts uni...

Do you recall those earlier days when lost in a haze, I would follow you anywhere? Jumping off the bridge on our bikes onto the small island...

I am sitting in     my backyard reading a book of poetry. Notice my nosy      neighbour watching me from her  window. She      doesn't r...

Between two worlds possibly more  I sweat it out try to get a grip  On the impermeable— Did I choose  which to  remember / consciously the d...