High Eagle

Shall we enter the unwritten record of timeinto which myriad beings of the planet tracelessly dipped a toein water which was snowwhich was vaporwhich was an idea before creation? to go off the record onto some half snowy deer pathwhose sidewalks are brambles and...

Cellist

Her bow is drawn across the stringin strange intrigue being toldharmonies agree and disagreefrom note to noteattack to releasein search of that higher meeting placethat aria of reconciliationwhere pain and pleasure co-exist.

Resistence

I paid youwith religionin small denominationsI bribed youwith paradiseat the doorway to your emotional arsenal flatly refusing to cut a deal with desperationflatly refusing to pay the ransom that might providesome illusory freedom I invented lost passages of...

The Intruders

With the coming of the intruderscame a great storm of dustwhite dust white flour of fry bread dust which buried field after fieldof golden cornof the creator and as the dust settlesafter eonswe begin to uncoverthe creator’s golden corn we begin to uncoverour laden...

The Healing

Be it mirrored in one ending rippleOh my twirling nymphComes a nonce when fear’s myriad petticoatsFly up one by oneI’ll not look but inadvertentlyBeside our hidden streamUntil thy dance be done.