A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
