Courage? Do you know how the fire in my heart quivers at your touch? How the bellows in my chest quicken? To claim on my lips your...

What stars decreed, in cycles law, my hands to task my regular unmaking? To see how the love of what could be Drinks the blood of what...

Though love and beauty have sunk their thorns I cannot say I would have chosen Another way to be Perhaps and perhaps I managed to paint...

How narrow an edge is orbit Tearing at the edges of self making cuts in the laws of gravity, history, and iron cold causality Frantic...

Everyone told me, when I was younger To become something. But I wanted to be too many things I wanted to be everything Kaleidoscopic...

You said love desire and appreciation I said love understanding and acceptance Still Every falling star deserves a wish and wishes are...

Madness and love Like the border of bubbles in moonlight I practiced such delicacy Fearing the emptiness remaining if I reached and...

I wish I knew a way to show you without pushing you away But The truth of the matter is I cannot hold the words of praise you give While...

How many Augusts my love? 80 or so, I hear All just as hot, none like the last But finite and fleeting as dandelion fluff Let the heat...

Dithyramb wails horizon's fall Crack the holy mount asunder Make tears and sweat and blood recall The spirit's dreaming thunder The wine...

Love is to worship a fallible god and, with faith, hold them close and adore them all the same

I think once my heart was a fire But we can hardly remember the people we once were Old friends in still images flickering through a hazy...

She was a lo-fi jazz song on a rainy day. Because That's exactly where I was on a day as such. And because, in truth, she was in every...

In every look and passing touch And of course In every word of promised love A signal "Can you see me?" "Can you understand?" That the...

Here in the riddens I pace Stricken and dissolving "Learn to be content" she says Correct, clearly And my spirit flees Wings dewed in...

The skin of past lives are stifling Desert-dead and bloodless. I dreamt of digging a well right through my flesh to tap the spring. How...

My father was a historian. I think because he had always had a perfect memory. And I the philosopher with a hole right through him

I left the house on a Sunday night To clear my head The cold air was an honest lover and an empty sky How many years? I suppose I had...

Strange, to find myself always arriving at places I've been two years Too late. Always on the way to where I'm at an meeting myself there...

The plot inverts like foreground and background The cycle renews, great prison that it is. My karmic wheel? I yearn to break its...