I cling to You

Through shifting winds and raging storms Each year, the birds catch the invisible thread of their path And migrate into a new season; Through wavering limits of salinity and temperature All the fish in the sea find the hidden, powerful currents And wash away in them; In the night under the dusky canopies of forests... Continue Reading →


i’m not here

an uninvited guest treads heavy in my house what it calls itself i do not know but i call it Hurt it has stolen all the words from the books and painted gray the pictures on my walls it sets hornets loose inside my thoughts and pinches hard the pauses between words all this it... Continue Reading →

the hungry place

in the hungry place a noise reverberates in darkness between the walls a voice cries out then hushes itself listening it howls into spaces no other voice trembles and imagines the echoes are a friend there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother and sometimes I think that friend is just the echo... Continue Reading →

This is the day…

This is the day, which down the void abysm At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism, And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep: Love, from its awful throne of patient power In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep, And narrow verge of crag-like agony,... Continue Reading →


A fool Makes his humanity an excuse For animal behavior, For base appetites. "Human"-- Blood and bone Spun into a reflection Of the Divine-- A thought, a voice Echoing back The word of our Creator. Don't dare say "I'm only human" And act the part of a Pig, a Rat, a Dog, a Snake... Say... Continue Reading →

dear depression

Dear Depression,If we are to get along together as roommates, there must be rules in place. First, so long as we abide in this glass house, we shall not cast stones. Second, don't interrupt me or finish my sentences--it pisses me off. In return, I won't talk over you, but allow you to speak your... Continue Reading →

three in the morning

Three in the morning, The trains roll by. I lay awake, their lonesome call Spanning the dark miles of sleeping ground, Drifting over bracken And November frost, Alive in the stillness, and howling with it. In my little room The ghosts of headlights Pass through the window, Search the empty walls, And pass on. .... Continue Reading →

my light touch

I can't get past my light touch.I'd love to pound on the keys--strum hard on the strings--be that straining voice in the concert hall--never gonna happen.but I do have wordsand even words gently spokenhave a power of their own,the power to cut through chaoslike the single clear noteof a glass bell

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