When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform

I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here

When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence