Combinations Random words scattered into space An empty book, no name, no face Of hungry chasms waiting to be fil… Room for fallow souls to be tilled
Hail Morgan in the likeness of Penthesilea, queen of the Amazon Tribe who led it into battle in the Trojan War. May you ever stay as fierce as she was then. Flex your muscles and let th...
We all should feel sorry for the poor superstar quarterback. He didn’t have enough money in his bank account to pay the Hooter Girl hostesses that would work in his fifteen million doll...
Out of the reach of fear and despair, beyond the feel of the pain, the grasping of its evil arms around our well-being,
My sweet wonderful work hails me from my slumbering hours. To me it is like a beautiful wife in need of me to be at her side. It stirs my passion where that is the only place I would ...
The Seed An ode to the beginning That has no end A life that can expire But leave its legacy
We gather up each and every family… to come home when comes November. Just like it was when we were youn… we gather at the table for dinner… Thanksgiving Day is the day to co…
Last Sunday in Central Park was the worship service of all worship services, the jam of all jams, and the intimacy of all intimacies with the brotherhood of man and ultimately God. My h...
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,
The Proud Violet My journey through cold Darkened matter hastened me To rise and find the sun, That radiant paradise,
Primal Touches Flesh so new and flesh so electric My surging heart it pumps so quick Her skin like satin in its glowing Her grace I treasure for her best…
The domination of passion. the desire to get close to it, to brush it against your cheek, the feeling of its texture, the need to feel it in the spirit,
The tides of anxiety as if the flowing was immobile, as if it was a wave glued to the sandy shore, when time was a standstill horror,
Summer’s mantle leaning into autum… Expiring green of summer’s run, Forests giving into chilly nights, Shedding leaves unto autumn rites, Forest floors from green to brown
If music could be seen, The notes melted down into sadness… Its tears running down our cheeks, Its melody wandering into the dark… Running naked through the forest,