I open up my window to time and the myriad sounds of the city. I’ve come to love these fleet-footed days…wrapped in the ice of winter or the jasmine scents of spring, or these sad heady wine hours of summer…each an ephemeral gift. And the sorrow of dying things, the root of all bliss, willContinue reading “Untitled 8.0”
From the walls reeked your absence, my plight; but then at first light the ocean, and the scent of lilacs beckoned from vagrant zephyrs as if in spring. So Do not return – I no longer wait there for you.
Lightening. Thunder. The red hot violence men inflict from the sky, on the land, on the minds, on the flesh of: women. children. men. the other. Here in flashing Lights: His barbaric cudgel.
In the betrothal of the day and the sun, in the joyous harvest of you and me, We stroll the garden drunk on kisses. The confidence of my love is lathered over your skin. And in the lush mystery of your eyes, the Tulips and chrysanthemums dole out smiles. And my Every pore and everyContinue reading “Harvest”
I don’t understand the feminine spirit. And yet I do. I do. I do. This is when I come closest to hearing the inner workings of my own heart. Some think that this is to be weak. It’s not. This is strength in a different dimension. There’s no strength hidden in the barren caverns ofContinue reading “Untitled 6.0”