poetry from my notebook
Dauntless like sleep is dauntlessA frenetic thing, a live wire, a sieveCold black space, white hot starsPrickle my palms
Poetry IsAn artForm;PoetryIs architexture;Poetry is photographic;Poetry is print.
Begin with bodies, flesh won’t lie;end with ideas that grace the sky.Write songs that only you can sing…
Once upon a while,not so long ago,I met a moose atThe V and A Museum.She was the most alluringcreation I’d seen in this…
the lookon your faceengulf my eyesin a portraitof a story untold:in empathy, i appearto catch a glimpse ofyour world, secondsbefore…
withthe arts,you betray hertrust in your lovefor grand designs: