He is a jealous neighbor’s glance Or the bloodthirsty’s war dance. Or finger pointed at those who don’t belong Hate feeds his hunger like blissful song His drums boom when all is lost His lieutenants collect blood at any cost With axes hewn of human…

I do not wish to write a poem about a spider instead of I want to write about a fly that does not want to die a pest but see himself as an aviator, a hero of the World War. Or maybe about a Dean…

Sometimes I can’t believe we ever found common ground. You want to be hard and cold. I want to be more compassionate. I can’t decide if you consider your good qualities as strengths or weaknesses. I love those things you hate about yourself (even how…

HOUR NINE How inside and outside of the glass wall is different? The roof of Doric Temple reflects umbrella-shaped sunbeams -a prism or an embroidered web? Monochrome or a Polychrome web- another chase Queen Cleopatra’s cat watches a spider weaving silken threads- to hypnotizes snake…

A lonely spider and me Are the friends The spider preserves The belonging through Web – My lady love Your things are placed As such as you did Spider scrolls at the corner And laughs to disturb The ever-panting silence

Creator of the World and Mother to the Sun, Neith of Ancient Egypt wove meaning and life from nothing. Time passed, and her strength was woven into Babylonia’s goddess Ishtar, whose political power, beauty, and fertility Demanded the protection she gave in war and combat….

Oh spider so patient in your corner, hiding amongst invisible strands to trap unaware all who would fly between.   With gentle geometry you weave intricate, delicate patterns that when bejeweled with morning dew, as diamonds would sparkle in simplicity.   Oh Spider, your brilliant…

I have ambitions To conquer the world Of my dreams As a spider did To climb up the walls – Never giving up the effort Examine the tact of spider It never webs on the floor

we both are & aren’t the sum(s) of our parts collectively & respectively abject, object and objected to subjected & subject & let’s not forget  predicate whether excepted or accepted, in no equation is there fair representation how many times do U go into X &…

I gathered daisies and pinecones           from my walk back from the mailbox.     The cows stared at the ground               looking up only as I asked them about ‘earrings’.        …