A child who dared to dream after sunrisewas a ballet dancer flitting around a ballroomin a perfect petal-pink tutu, glidingwith…
Place your wordslike tessera ofancient mosaicscovered bythe sands of time:
Enter only through this revolting door.River running down sleep steeps to the sea.A dearth of beer cans wish for so…
~ for Paul Eluard
This prison isn’t so bad.Though the nights are cold,tree roots break in to warm him.The guards…
“The imaginary is what tends to become real.”
When things got rough at home,To Oz my thoughts would roamNever Ozma or Dorothy,But someone yet unknown
The first act of creation:believe something is possible.God made a world by imagining:dust and breath come to life.The poet…
“Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.”
What if I took a bookto the womb?birthed phonetics and alphabetswhile I was slapped on my back to be born
Poems are born before writtenin the darkdelivery room,of imagination,