Spontaneous

Brushing away splintered remnants from the requisite demolition of my lesser self, a departed identity no longer eligible to inhabit this house. Old doorway opens to unrecognized space—alternative reality in waiting. Iridescent particles orbit ’round me—rising zealously in rays of fading sunlight,…

Compulsory

No lamentations for today’s generations, captive to tenets bred by invented pretensions borrowed from our lesser consciousness, living denials of cryptic infinities—causal lineages that have not served us well. Mourn the earth, our origin—sacred ground soon laid bare, magical elements…

Spare Parts

Too many years vanished from home, fortuitous exploits that could only damage me—no spare parts for enervated emotions, the scars of dues paid. I’m surviving instead on energetic shifts and a resilience…

Ricochet

Unruly cloudburst pummels the esplanade, tourist beach crowds sprinting for cover. Steadfast in the scurry, our eyes fixed upon each other—an imaginary embrace, strangers briefly entangled in sensual metaphors. Rain drops carelessly  ricochet off sun-bleached concrete. You…

Unintended

Aurora polaris divergence, the Lia Sudi paints her vibrance across my shoreline woods—en plein air color bursts, a poet’s sacred refuge. An ill-mannered loon discomposing my silence, a precarious lull in the cool twilight breeze—bohemian passions stirring within, remnants of uneasy memories.  …

Ruin

Lifeless long-ago images of my inner ruin, I often scrounged through the pungent dust snatching at puzzle pieces of myself—an implied rebuke for my reckless years and withheld tears. I dissolved those memories, lest they eternally bind me to a delusive life—I’m now free…

Red Pain

Blood simmers to lunar pulsations, expressing the lineage of hard-earned perspective—a formidable muse when confronting my decaying wreckage dragged forward from earlier life. Ancestral castles not in my past—only dark spaces and divergent intent until no thing…

Churn

Neck deep in a churn of Orwellian nightmares, and our strongest retort is passive indifference after we’re blindsided by ploys of supremacist pricks who conspire to assail our innate symmetry with each other. Gun wielding,…

Stillness

Winter gusts cut from  north lands, snow is silence—vastness within  offers refuge. Singing until nightfall. Holding to stillness,  forever invincible.  Not knowing right or  wrong, neither judgment  nor hate. I simply am. Life…

Innominate

Within years of our birth, we’re measuring our worth—a societal imposition coercing our comparison to faux personas called “other people.” We try to find a non-original  fit that feels good-ish; until we un-become ourselves.            …

Idioms

We see your human absurdity, the unsettled  manifestations of quaint  perceptions              claiming moral superiority.   You’re jammed into horizontal gravity, unable to find your        …

Toroidal

everyone makes                               talk with me,         no one groks                  who I am—or                              even could, according to                                 probability          paradigms built                  upon the                                absenteeism principle…