The Angels Weep for Us
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
Category: . Contemplative
The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Torch Song
Remember the Soldier Pass, orange rocks punched by water into seven wormholes painted on a cliff that bled into the horizon. …
True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
On the Wings of a Fly
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion …
The Prophet
They squabble and spit to defend beliefs clashing on spiritual frontiers, no true script but the audacity of fools leaking …
In Between
So, here I stand amid the briny surge That jostles surf upon the shore, Review another breaker’s jade converge With …
Shepherd
Now you will shepherd lost things and they will follow you through every airport, crowd every interview, every dinner, every …