WINGS I envy eagles and butterflies, I envy ravens and bumblebees. I envy all creatures born with the gift of flight. I achingly long to have wings of my own. Feathery but strong as steel, iridescent purple, blue and white. Wings as beautiful and fierce…

Well, it’s just happened; the happy half-marathon has come to an end. How could this be? No 12 hours ever before flew so swiftly by. yet now I must bid you all good-bye holding gratitude for your challenging guidance – not to mention inspirational variety….

An emptiness within an emptiness, ever consuming the only means of escape, with passionate desolation. The darkness is but a pierced blanket adorned with a brilliant multitude of stars. At no edge is it ever thick enough to deny the light of inspiration. Time brings…

over and over things repeat palindrome, square, cube, overlap, spirals on a snail’s back, edges in the sand over and over things repeat radar, murmur, shshsh, alfalfa, circles in an old tree trunk, aerial photos of coastland over and over things repeat |-*-|, |-*|-*, |*|*|*,…

bathing the sand in swatches of tangerine, indigo, lavender your hand rests on mine there in the reedy grasses just like it was at the beginning but weren’t we tentative then– fumbling toward something I wasn’t sure you wanted? we’ve learned to bend into each…

    Don’t go into the Light. I can do what I want. You’re not my mother.   Dreams are not dark. Dreams are like movies. Is Death like a movie, Or is it Dark?   Stay away from the light. I don’t have to…

FROM THE BACK after Edgar Degas, At the Louvre (Miss Cassatt), 1879 Turn me away, turn me inside out. Hide my eyes, show my back. Don’t stare at my low-heeled shoes or the cut of my Victorian clothes (dark, floor length, pleated). Imagine where I’m…

  love formulated my potential subject is now blossoming through my previous misfortune resonating feelings vanished from me aroused this helpless heart escalates diversity of thought is essential this love I have sustained adoration now becomes motivated love now makes me complete  

My conversation with him Was not about whims and fancies But about the everyday things Which never fail to bother me.   I could have done better I always feel Had I been less lazy And this, made me full of regret   He explained…

I call the time, The time, which is in my hand, I call the minutes, The minutes, which are at the time. Then I try to stop the time for life span.   In harmony of time, In spite of everything, This waterway knows more,…