Getting back to the land Reaching across the veil Shaking hands with nature Ships sails of partnership Sailing away – Into the sun of the dayNurturing the roots of nature with an impermanence of radiance Becoming permanent in recitals of cycles Suns pursuing moons Everything encircled in circles Needful things feeding our needs From Earthborn seeds to celestial thingsFelt across...

Who is the ghost  in the mirror before me? Why is there a chill that I give myself? Why can I not speak to others anymore? Why have I become a mirage to the world? Why not end it? And become that ghost? Carefree in the netherworld but really? Ghosts...

Melancholy and mysterious...Stout you are with thorns which bite!Open your veiling, black petals for me so I can gaze into your eyes!To see your face, perhaps the shining from mewill attract you to this handsome star?Still, your thorns desire...

On our way intoSanta Anita one day,an old man had tippedover in his wheelchair.There was a pool of bloodbeneath his smooth head.I was with my Dad.He was around the sameage as the poor injured man.I was 12.Seeing that man,...

death is seeps into my poresdisease it eats me to the coremy body is slowly decayingauthentic pain keeps reigning this pain, my painit’s all of my ownmy authentic painnever leaves me aloneangel of mercythere’s nothing to savethis pain, pain, painleads...