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...

I tried to keep the fire burning Clumsy fingers in the dark but all the breath is nothing without fuel enough and spark So I gathered up...

What was done That I must heave fire Great shuddering gasps in the pre-dawn light. Sloughing spiritual flesh in kundalini de Composition...

It all began at once I'm told Time unfolding timeless and each every where everywhere So small you could hardly call it real A seed...

My mother used to give me t-shirts to wear to bed Too large for the tiny life they contained They fell about me loose and ill-fitting Our...

A prayer is not so much words As a desperate plea to creation To love the creature it has made and say "Beloved, your need was a gift,...

I was always too hungry To myself For morning. A smile is always so easy to say And when hands reached out to hold me I returned them...

Days array in winding paths, curving out of sight Ahead and Behind Not a one left behind Turning back is merely forward in disguise I...

Starving child, heedless orphan, a need becomes quest becomes sword Your romance, your love, now a storm on the wind Just thunder and...

And some days you are rippling gold Flowing heavy with the weight of your truth Innocent and cruel, in that endless august way May you...

Your words touched my soul like gossamer wine Shame less end But Dionysus drunk I sang Knowing Not caring How the revel would rip-feast...

Her eyes were twin moons, Sharp as sickles Made for hope And her face was the autumnal night. She gave names to the sorrows Forgotten by...

And my heart beat steady doldrums in an endless tundra way The grooves upon my hands were dusty beams. I folded them in swans and swords...