Poetry

THE BLACKBERRY BUSH BURNS The wood consumes itself in a fatigue of ashes not the light

Court of Crows Town belongs to the crows. The skies also…

The Shower Surely something must be removed to let the April

Open the Window Lover Let the street below catch the scent of us, watch the canopies

FREE  FOR  THE  TELLING My life is a sheaf of wheat with bundles of yellow golden ears all in...

Dream of a Journey Last night, i travelled round the wall of rio de janeiro.

AFTER THE POEM I am the swallow, after the poem has swallowed

Green Bench   An expression doesn’t just come about.

A Private Performance Honoring the Vernal Equinox Sunshine gains strength, winter wanes, days grow longer.

Rubicon   A world rots thus fades away and into this the new Rubicon is born upon distant shores of...