A tuft of brisk air…

A tuft of brisk air, Unglued and pressed In every direction; Kneaded across this lonely slate With naive paws Given to groping about...

The fattened swards….

The fattened swards have Met their limits, And now mingle with Rotating earthen bodies That puff and flex Across unknowable...

A white stone tumbles slowly…

A white stone tumbles slowly Along a deserted beachside While a fair mist takes flight in the distance, Carrying with it spirited...

The arms of safekeeping…

The arms of safekeeping Strengthened with each casting Of the twilight bell. Gracious and swift Do they mark each row Where...

Run from truth…

Run from truth. Penetrate uncertainty With equal measure Of fear and trembling. These sultry springs want to listen; Typically, they...

Rhythm…

Rhythm: flowing through, And flooding over, Exuding power, And keen to purpose; Committing to Hand and foot, Indulging The...

Deep in the vagaries…

Deep in the vagaries Of blind thought A sentinel emerges And waits for the call of Blue laughter and Pain covered with restless ivy....

Shattered melodies…

Shattered melodies Beget gems aglimmer With innocent wonder. When Finality sings Her impatient aria Every gem returns To alignment ...

Light: An Elegy

A light shimmers in the fore, Joined by the hand Of song and rhythm And lambent dances Along a moonlit creek in repose. What does it...

“What is Eternity?”

“What is eternity?” she asked. “Here, take a look, as far as the crow flies.” “Where?” “Straight ahead. That’s eternity.” “How so?” ...

When the edifice of faith…

When the edifice of faith Reduces to rubble, And the vestiges of piety Abandon their shrines, Blessed is the winged flame That rises...

Growth Happens When…

Growth happens when Many shadows collide at once, And the air begins to quiver; When the fifth Sun arises From his slumber And makes...

Flash of the Crow

These eyes have laid bare A tendency to drift Among currents of Impalpable impressions of thought, Wherein only the wither’d vestiges...

Honor…

Honor is a tussock of pliant grass That bows in unison To the call of a plower’s chant. Regal are the trees That guard the gates of...

Water

Startled by the shrill cries of feathered sable-winged imps, I awaken. I stumble with purpose to the bathroom, turn on the faucet,...

Here…

Here, Cosmic distances Have kissed their limits Hello and goodbye. And ‘ere the moment They are at last embowered By these watchful...

There are Many Mirrors Here…

There are many mirrors here, But none so translucent As the one I turned away from Moons and stars and galaxies ago, When your...