Quenched in this cold dark tomb   in the cathedral’s decayed marrowthe ink’s blood a darker stain   of the breath’s stillness on this page a stone remains   yet to dry in silent lines surly bells toll no more  a noire written by an idiot shaking the wind carrying no sound   quenched in […]

With tides of red rosesin the estuary of dreamswith blooms in the throat thoughts meet the unknown a vast ocean on the horizonmemories of petals in currents of deep silence a heavy sweet perfume born of silk and shadows as a lone heron standsa sentinel over the landscapefor the stems and buds` dissolving in the […]

Coating the ghost in silencereflecting the candlelightwearing my skin obsessed with the cuticleswith fingers that swearin twilight’s obsidianwith a carafe of empathy each psalm is a prayerof fractured dreamstouching the seam 0

The black scabiosa and red amaranth entwinea midnight vigil dripping their crimson of unspoken words in the garden of stonesin a silent hush where the trellis sighsbeneath a moonless, embalmed, haunting sky with a scent of old, wrought memories 0

  In this cathedral green each breath a communion beneath the willow an inventory of nature’s keepof yesterday’s thousand years a melody of colors bleed then there is the river with stones beneath water quietly asleep with a book of versesand echoes of creation observing God’s wonder 0