It remains so hard to then hedge,when you live here on the edge—live on the cusp of life and death,separated by only a single breath. Peering down from this height,within a dark and endless night—a never-ending sea of black ink,here,...

tranquility in stonedon't make we weep anymoresadness in sorrow for the morrowthe dark in me quiverstrembling with losssacred understanding I am alteredwithin the bleak witheredmy lightshine shrinks in the shadowsthen evolves becoming britghtermy soul loves whollyso it is no...

It’s that same song again, the one I imagine playing at my funeral. A funeral I’m late to everyday.     Lying in bed,     I wait for someone to notice the dead body and have it removed.     But...

I send my consciousness to the edge of outer space Looking down upon all of this From a higher place Place of a poet Place of poetry Place above loud- clouds, vapors& whispersPlace to place all thoughts& Cares. Placed there for the there-there. When the bomb falls in a song or psalm and folks tell folks. There-thereThe...