some days i am pretty where my wild things seem to bloom other days i chance the mirror to find dead sea eyes staring back at me some days i am a ghost letting the world take hold and strangle me other days i am a wolf, howling loudly with every bit of surety someContinue reading “pneuma”


letters from the sky open me slowly with cursive tongue tap into my bloodstream with golden fingertips and listen as it hums to be carried away in the fertile blue of night be still take your time elevate with the colors to braid with your mind in fields of gold let fingers stroll beneath oakContinue reading “conceive”


when the clock stops moving and the earth is full midnight’s swan bows to my pillow in bewitching invite magick returns me, letting down its hair flirting in the onyx rolling cross my tongue patient lips float in slipstreams wake a tapestry of chiffon and unequivocal grace undressing in the liquid of time til dawn’sContinue reading “vampyr”


at horizon’s last dance i clench the sun with unfettered wings in waning stance no great rush to touch the void too much ado adjoining burns with such a choice subject to learn each yearn shall find its voice in turn in ethereal parade cluttering the sky the dreams and fears of pilgrimages forlorn collideContinue reading “fuse”

blue wind

weave me between the weeds of your sea lapping slowly in the shallows of clover skinned pleas let us babble in the salty brine getting lost in the dawn find our freedom amid the salamanders get drunk on the blue wind and find our way home


take my hand follow the narcissus plea to run wild in unkept forests to stilled breath in gardens beneath the trees take my hand in the union of water and earth where lyrics that burn within speak to giants, and wander into your dreams

Wild Geese: A Poem by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on.Continue reading “Wild Geese: A Poem by Mary Oliver”


deep in my earth your words survive there beneath the ageless, the night, the moon’s silken eyes deep in my earth your words quietly stroke a palace of blues, of grays, of an artist reborn as a lover awoke

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