-Knock, Knock.

-Who's there?

-Nothing.

Stepping softly, step by step, over the freeway overpass as a busying world streams below and stretches high above towards the transfixed moon. Stare towards the stars…see their beauty-truth for a flash and they will rob your sight. Do we dare to glance…into these two dimensional holes ( Read more... )

a free-floating wilderness, carved and crafted for display. to provide sound ground to sooth the dismay to force a mouth guard for teeth that have gone a-chatter ( Read more... )

Two strangers traveled ( Read more... )

From the top of the stairwell, peering deep down into the gallows ( Read more... )

I have cast my life-line behind my shoulder ( Read more... )

I sailed southward unto an attentive light ( Read more... )

With a glance, the Other is imposed into my soul. Our spirits, tiny packets of energy, reverberating in unison in an infinite moment. The sonnet, as it speaks meaningless language around and through, it can never attest to be true. For language is a synopsis, an abstract, and the soul is always concrete. The dynamic splendor of roaring hypnosis ( Read more... )

I left my heart on the north side of the state. I strain my memory for the signs which could once relate but now abate behind rosy cheeks and floral peeks ( Read more... )

I've counted the steps it take to walk from house to home, from where we rest and where I'm alone.
How many flowers have you picked for me today? Is it really so hard to understand why I don't say
how I've carried the weight on my back just fine up to now without the frivolous flow of your plow .