Illuminated only by the light of the moon,a lone woman stood lit up as if by a spotlight,standing on a dark and desolate street.She wore a long, fanciful black dress—her long blond hair done so neatly—her feet were bare.Confused...

People shouldn’t like me.Not easily.Not casually.Not in that shallow, you’re pleasant to be around way. They shouldn’t like me because I don’t exist to be digestible.I don’t smooth my edges so rooms stay comfortable.I don’t shrink my pain into something...

In hush of sheets, she burns serene— a quiet pyre 'neath storm-kissed skin,   arms arched high, wrists framed soft,  surrendering to flames within.   Breasts rise defiant altars,  nipples crowns of roseate fire,   pebbled tight with whispered want,  aching for the tongue's desire.     Rain of need traces rivulets  down...

Just like the onesWho choose the joy rideI'll walk in circlesNear the landslideTo meet the winnersOn the flip sideAnd find the losersWhere the night hidesWith searchers waitingOn the sunriseEngulfed by heavenFrom the high tidesLooking for meaningWhere the waves cryAlone...

meditating in the energy I secret my deepest feelingsallowing them to rise as incencehigh and higher into the heavenswhere they are understoodwith vibrations of recognitionI'm remembered fondlysacred art of the wayto sing in poetryit is the language of the...