• Prayer Jar

    Prayer Jar

    A piece of pulped wood smudged charcoal fervent fingers a primal prayer imprinted burnt in a flash of flames ashes ashes they float like dust moats momentarily suspended till a gust of wind send them scattering far and wide far and wide the air swirls with prayers an open jar never full  Does anybody hear…

  • Tweaked

    Tweaked

    Let it tune you Let it come through tweak your rhythm a little wire it always a little higher with a little stumble a challenge heartbreak loss a catastrophe that shatters your spirit Let it through Let it through Don’t be afraid Don’t be afraid There is a promise of soaring beyond these tumbling walls…

  • Untitled.

    Untitled.

    Death reveals all in it’s nakedness I am.

  • Uncorked Ears

    Uncorked Ears

    how is it one word from you sends me spinning into an abyss one word and it has me bracing for impact the sound of your footsteps approaching has my shoulders raised to my ears a barricade my body self creates my insides roiling into a cool puddled mess as I float away to neverland…

  • Sweet Irony

    Sweet Irony

    I seek refuge in words to escape from words the sweet irony in what gives you most joy gives you most pain what liberates you captivates you . . .

  • Bated Breath.

    Bated Breath.

    Everyone’s waiting with bated breath when the buzzing flies slows to a still when the winds stand and not a grain of sand shifts when oceans and lakes mirror the frozen skies. All waiting.. Waiting for the resounding crack of a shell breaking

  • A splinter.

    A splinter.

    A splinter in the vast A splice of time A day in Mayflies A momentary split Dawn till Night engulfs whole

  • Inside Out.

    Inside Out.

    Turn me inside out through words wholly lived emptying the insides out into space till there is nothing of me left in here but everywhere . . .

  • A moment in You

    A moment in You

    Time cease when I fall in your spell a moment stretches to eternity— misty breaths stirrings of the heart I surprise myself when I awake  to the rhythm of life— A Day has gone past in an hour of the Hand. In such moments, Love I can believe ***

  • Life’s Fervor

    Life’s Fervor

    rose tinted lenses blades of grass between the toes puffs of clouds in smoke dappled sunlight seeping in rolling hills of belly laughter butterfly kisses on puckered flowers fur nuzzling in heat fingers softly tracing skin sensational aphrodisiac