Circuitous

How can we hold harmless the jealousy of poets, artists of the mind who articulate where others flounder, dry-docking on their facts? Words spoken burn daylight and time cannot retract itself, no excusing, bowing out. Forgive us then, the endless pondering, refining...

REVEAL

Lucid dreams and time bombs light up folds of the mind like fireworks stamping images that fade, leaving only memory trails in their wake. In bright light or deepest shadow lies truth, pulsing quietly and insistently amidst folly; flickering neon placards of inquiry,...

Home

I’m accustomed to gazing at stars beyond stars soaring like dragons across the night sky. Wrapped in fleece, I steal away, bare feet padding across dew-soaked grasses, rolling onto my backside, bathing in moonlight. Like a faerie dipping into the heart of a flower to...

Ode to Fungi

Reclining in wrapping indifferent to its contents, the tidy row of portobellos lies chilling; scaly surfaces restricted by saran to fit, shipped far from forest understory now gasping for breath through tiny puncture-perfect holes.   Carefully pulling free vulgar...