Waiting Around For Death

A table near a window,
above the wine dark sea,
where all the things I’ve written
return as hypocrisy.

Please

let me crave you.
let me feel you.
let me taste and
let me keep you.
let me fix
your broken bits
let me
let you
stir my depths

Birthday

Frost whitens the green yew.

Just a reminder…

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Requiem

In the long impending night
the wind speaks human,
a language of prophecy,
whispering words I can’t hear,
worlds I will never see.

A Course in Miracles Condensed

Everything is Thou 
if you should so allow it, 
and then we shall dance.

Colorless!

As nature tightens its grip on me,
Gnawing at my existence since;
I wander around like a firefly,
Yearning to reach a fiery abyss…

Fiction and Being

“I am not a man. I am dynamite.” N

El Oso Comes Home

This story is a copy/paste from comments I made on Facebook when asked how I ended…