seducing midnight and cryit is with great darkness I do soenrapture angels and succumb to sinenraged and in a fury I ride the nightlet it be minecloistered truth, invading frictiondon't be afraid of my diction it is for the...

An Old Gramophone Lullaby for the Midnight Orchid of the BoweryI love Central Park in the Fall. The city feels fresher and cleaner for some reason. As I walked past the Zoo, I heard a kid crying. I remembered...

A dead or dying treeI’m sure just spoke to meAbout a secret skill called “letting go.”And further on my morning walkA leaf fell down to have a talkTo tell me what I certainly should know. In whispers soft as newborn’s...

 Muse in red to my labor blueblood on stone true yonder findswending beam 'round the healing bendcautious flames light cooling minds  connected wordssnake & flower serrated tongue for honeyed slayingclever beauty cleft & splayedsalamandrine crawling understuck on point to mending ember refining...

The cold winter night was there astray.And we wore our coats,walking all that way.Snowflakes play,the snow isn't grey. No,it's a shade of white.And I am glad to be here with you tonight.We danced to songs under the snow. A connection between...