The seduction of a feel,Of a flower,Of deep night.WhenI think of catching the spirit,Of theNight.Over thereOn thePalmOver the stairs.If i could catchThatSlumpInto a gaze.EncryptionAndPut it in aVase…Bottle…Paper…

Here we go casting on the windsfits of ego dinetiny understanding in the hazea maze of words astoundfalling on the mind heavyWords of power persuadeexpletives of faithlinger in my thoughtspursuing me in my inner sanctumconjuring truth, I askWith halted...

The page has turned as it was in flames while Terry allowed such a chapter in her life to be consumed by her cleansing flames of self determination.     After abandoning the traffic median, her "island," she never once...

The conversation lasted into thelong tooth hours of the night.She read her textbooks and then heard a mouse with its tail barely caught in a glue trap. It squealed as if it were dying. In my heart I believed...