It's that space in the ether- full of riches It's a silence filled with charged hope It's the suppressed laugh with a lip that twitches It's where mind and body run to elope It's solitude- that rare gift for a... Continue Reading →
“At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling” from North American Image Cycle in The Shape of the Journey Let me tell you a secret of a peace that is little known It swells with euphoria filling your... Continue Reading →
I love the handful of the earth you are Through my fingers -you slipping as sand The parts of yourself left behind I cradle with tender care They are the best of you Parts of... Continue Reading →
