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.

Yesterday’s Footsteps

Since what we see depends on where we sitand dawn’s walk to the seais only half-lit since what we hear is no pinpoint soundbut millions of waves echoing round since what we think is a salvaged assemblageof recallreaction and self-satisfaction then where are we?what...

Song of the Sad Gypsy

Find the scarfnot soaked in my tears find the scarfnot hung upon the linefor the sunnot yet risento restore by evaporationto the realm of the living find me! for I toonot yet ready to forgetas I shrivel in the night and the cruel morning I toohangand am blownby your...