Sunday, February 22, 2015

Six times six is thirty six

a  slow time rushes into my nerves
past the black around flames
and fills my consciousness with invisible light

In Sacred communal ultrasonic fields
an intimacy found with empty space


Tuesday, February 17, 2015

summer story

Yellow and black
apple and pick a
between our fingers
like place moves a story
layered the bottom way down

feet planted
silently through the


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

feeding the cats

I don't do  much anymore
but that doesn't mean I'm "still" crazy
( which of course I am)
 I don't mind roaming
room to room thinking about
how much I hate myself and laughing


Sunday, February 8, 2015


i feel you  here


as night sleeps in  shadows
so You say
oceans dance in your eyes
and then it all folded into
rightly into a dream