Those birds sitting on the treetops, still bare from the winter gone by
This writer self relies on twin pillars of memory & imaginationwhich another day — in the not-self of…
What is this snow falling from the skies unknown, melting in my palms shaped like…
My First Gnostic Poem
Petals of blood red germanium scattered after the thunder and rains of last night, have a beautiful bud fallen off too, detached…
I wake up to a troubled morning with despair on my lips. With so many things gone awry, I can not place my finger on what of the many…
I am sat by the dayflower. One that looks like a butterfly, has two pastel blue wings, trunk of yellow blooms, with limbs of growth.
All the new birds sent by mother sun welcome my shadow and my skin.
