As featured in "Verse-Virtual" publication [email protected] Sept 2014 issue
Crispy azure firmament, visions of… of clarity, of ecstatic dreams, of… of mythical cathedrals suspended i… beatitudes for the quixotic eyes, floating gardens of copious blue r…
Driven by Faith Faith is the vital Nourishment for the Development of invention Invention is a ship
Behind the mist or could be never, World of imagination made of leath… A replacement sun in the transitor… With diamonds for all the money co… A new dawn of strange shapes and c…
The Cradle Rock-a-bye my sweet, little baby Momma’s here, your merciful lady Your eyes so harkened my tender ar… Reaching forth with tears and char…
Hear ye, hear ye, whiners take hee… There is a place just for you, Not at the barbershop amidst An unfortunate one’s haircut, Who has listened to your complaini…
Daughters of the earth in full glo… Dressed in silk chiffon and gold t… Tears and beauty sous les yeux, In full view before my starry eyes… Suspended between earth and sky,
Beautiful swart of the lower skies… demons hidden in the clouds, her fountains shooting high in the… swirling sky-scape in the nigh, demonic galleries on display,
Smoke fills up the feeble valleys, the Eden Gardens, the skin of the… the lakes of purity, the baptismal… the face of the emerald earth with the air from the northern bat…
From dust to dust and poets to the… and words go down with sunken ship… Vibrating words no longer rattle t… and the prose no longer tastes tha… The tides and the moon are no long…
As I stood in the spring of my yo… when words flew at me like humming… an influx of language from alien p… got inside my bones sealed tight, summoning me to pay close attentio…
Hitlady lady inside her lair, a hitman man type lady fair, is a shady lady with a big hit whi… intact and stacked and all that sh… Her skirts are on their rising up…
Hands on air below and hands on hi… seen by seers but not the eye, relevant to the air but not the fe… touching but not touching, lost between magnetic poles,
A real scorching, one hundred degr… July afternoons, no air, no breeze… Summer heat and sizzling afternoon… Dried up earth and orange colored… Brown grasses and melancholy leave…
Above the Pain Mount Calvary, that hill so far a… Our martyr hung for the wind to sw… Above the pain, that earthly feeli… Suspended between ground and ceili…
Up high on the stage, Where hours melt into minutes, And minutes into seconds, And seconds into nothing, Where music eats up time