Be It
i. I breathe deeply inhaling the blowing sea breeze, smelling the pleasant scent of fresh air carried by the wind. …
Category: Life
In the Shadow of Jupiter’s Ghost
I was once a ring, shining and smooth, and I rolled like lightning in the night casting Zeusian sparks in …
Rest
A working mother subdivides her soul, despite rewards that build her feathered nest. Demands conflict and guilt denies her rest; …
We are what remains
We are what remain, after songs have finished writing us It took them supreme effort… To let go… Of their …
A Ballad of Mystic Memories
I’m sure I rode a camel’s back Along that old Silk Road The scent of sand stirs memory Of time …
I have been telling myself stories
I have been telling myself stories about happiness again. It does not even matter if they are true if I …
Various Mornings
The sun rises fast and then hangs looking down on the various mornings of one little town. On the school-children …
Dinosaur Thoughts
Because there are uncounted secret ways to live a life, perhaps therein to find a shred of comfort through the …