Thunder

Many are the days dwelling inside me, dispassionate years that compose my solitude—I’m no longer preoccupied with the oppressive energies of this world. East moving thunder intrudes on golden plains, I weigh this life…

Know Me

I’m a thousand leaves drifting down from ancestral trees—or perhaps an impetuous storm deviously tossing ruby red seas blazing beneath erupting flares of a lunar super corona. Bohemian improv is my ware, belligerent sautés refined to finesse a…

Three Heartbeats

I never saw it coming. Raging grief casts aside my certainty, the surrealistic dethroning of a lifetime, I’m homeless and banished to castaway-littered streets where hope is nothing more than the preferred word to disguise our anguish when confronted…

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…

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…

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…

Disclosure

My thoughts are gentle as nightfall’s mist bathing leaves of a willow, I’m the prime expression of created beingness. Solitary flute from across the lake, green-eyed girl sharing her harmony        …

Adulthood

Earth’s radiance, we are birthed from celestial fire—discreet expressions of form, the children who choose you to nurture us,                                   not to bridle                                  our minds.   Instead, you…

Vanished

Silence saturates            the old footpath                      that brought                                  them to me.                                   …

City Winds

I’ve never heard a nightingale sing, but I know where blue bees hide—not in this metropolis. City winds do not speak to me like they do in the forest, only tearless …