Blooded early,     alone,     but it's a cinch:     just peeling skin on spattered rock to a pooling cry     gleaning god & grief with sharpened ease     fated late to survive (then thrive) with nowhere to hide...     a tear-filled alkahest  taking liminal shade 'neath a cool palisade     always teaching death with a bug-eyed splat or chipping a cough from...

  Always If my heart were to suddenly become the sum of stone I would want your names chiseled over the surface to forever have a place In the forever element of this poetic face Drifting the rifts of time and space Wherever it is we go when we go I would take you with me always in all ways ***Cipher Poems ***

Under Irish SkyTo lie in barley under Irish skyAs Herb Moon shone upon your naked formMy heart was captured by your Irish eyesIn peace before our passion’s gatherin’ stormThat night, my love, we quietly embracedAnd cultivated tenderness o’ touchA...