Lucky 7
Demons holding court, cutting cards,turning tables, spinning rhymes,while angels with heavy wingsblow into their cupped white handsto call up the …
Demons holding court, cutting cards,turning tables, spinning rhymes,while angels with heavy wingsblow into their cupped white handsto call up the …
Trees sway in rhythm with the wind,water slaps stone.Cricket chirps fold into the mist.A gray moon hunts these hillsfor the …
after Richard Rorty Laughteroccurs sporadically, a bit forcedthrough tight lips and tensed jaw.It comes laced with guilty pleasure and rebellion,an …
Sunlight drifts through a windowilluminates the wall,except where shadows fall. Certainty flutters in my hummingbird heartwhere the kernel of a …
A poet said, “it is easier to die than remember.”I say nostalgia is a ribbon,or Jacob Marley’s chains,and we are …
The known and the unknown, truth and fiction, seen and unseen, something and nothing, it’s a cruel calculus that passes …
The latest version of me is wondering how to feel at the end of this chain. It’s like sitting in …
It is impossible to find the beginning again, but still, we need something new, something like the beginning, again and …
We are born bewildered, with the crutch of obsession, into this mysterious algorithm of existence, this churning system of our …
Everything is on hold, wisps of smoke, clouds, fog, mist. The still morning air is a ruthless shade of gray. …