Under the winter day’swhispery glow,all is quiet here.This is my shattering.No more hymns of breath.Just waiting beside my tombstone.Dressed wildly in vines of time.Had you been a ghost too,would you have noticed me?Must death be the only way?Bound now...

I parted the curtains of my eyesand swung open the windows of my soul to the light of my life!In poured the freshness of this new life,bathed now in that warmth I've longed for. Never again to be a shut-in!Never more...

Ode to the Animal Within(in the style of Walt Whitman)Not really—no, not really—My needs are your needs, O brother, O sister, O kindred of the earth,Eating, sleeping, spreading seeds—Simple, unadorned, as the fox in the hedgerow, the sparrow in...

  Not really.   My needs are your needs.   Eating,sleeping,spreading seeds.   It's that simple for other creatures.   Not humans.   We've turned our search for food into something more than the need to fuel our bodies.   We've turned sleeping into the search for a more salubrious environment to...

the dark stirs and I with itrising to caress midnight and it's sorrowthere is no need to worry in the depths I am keptsilent to the nighta perfectly imperfect beingswaying to the pulse of my madnessmy tongue singing a...