September 23, 2013

There is a toil on the stars

There is a toil on the stars that I could feel at bedtime some time, some childhood ago — couldn’t you? and the dotted eighth of […]
June 30, 2013

Two Voices Striving Seamlessly

There are two voices, striving seamlessly within; the loud one draws the way to keys for every door, behind them lying more, and more; another whispers […]
May 31, 2013

have you ever seen the lacy clouds?

have you ever seen the lacy clouds through cotton candy fingers?— and oh! the heave of out-of-breath, sticky giddy giggles when my lips are tight from smiling, and […]
January 16, 2013

When I Dream

What I dream so fictionally in haste, you may assume it sense, my friend—as sure as minutes shrouding them roll bedsides in their dirge for day; […]
March 12, 2012

Sun, Again!

I imagine Palms waving and scattered To the joyful rags of shattered When the sun returns And nature learns From rain. “Hail!” The crowd cheers on, […]
December 1, 2011

The Seven Stanzas of Icarus

I: Icarusbird pressed the pulsing white of noonday sun. He was drunk-for-gone and the birthday was. Night fell extremely, and he dreamed. II: Not for tiring […]