Could this be half a mandala — a symbol for half the universe? Is this half the sorrow before transformation or the joy at the center?   Or is your gift a lace fan — unfolded to display cool images of holy contentment — or…

A ragged outhouse, deep in brambles If I enter, clothes be shambles its insides like fire, golden with tons of bright buttons one finger to push feel a great whoosh and a pop time stops door opens outside, new a Venice view not believing eyes…

Ship dashes on rocks, He runs to the ghost boat, Rachnoc awaits inside. Cave beckons, she drowns, Eyes whiten, drowning the sound, Little boy’s shrieking. Rachnoc spreads his limbs, Engulfs the child, sucking, Feasting on his flesh. Two become Rachnoc, Boy’s mother forgets with haste,…

cw: none When the canary bites gentle hands, two things happen: the canary gets hurt or they leave, and never come back. It doesn’t want to bite. It pulls out its own feathers, as penance for its sins, and starves itself off its vellum diet….

in between “it’s in between,” they said when I asked where the centre is in this wandering in wonder but I don’t know if I know what that really means. is it the light or the dark? or neither or both? or all? all…in those…

Mirrors and silhouettes dance, begging a chance. Figmants and phantoms. The draw such sweet utterance. Steeling my breath. Crying for death. Words pulled against their will from willing lips. Unable to resist. On promises sip. Ringing with whispers against the panes of reflective glass.

Hour 12 Closets A closet is never empty. It is always overfull with items. One closet holds remnants of Christmas that remain unused – – not cat safe. One holds random boxes of life’s paper trails. One holds clothes from work and the everyday I…

Hour 12 9/2/2023   “Curbside…”   We used to have 8 inch high – curbs really! Great for sitting and sharing that KNOWING pause of wisdom – just behind our eyes…   Then they repaved and repaved, and repaved ’til the roads are higher than…

By the time you reach the last page here what do you want to remember and who do you want to be because that’s the beauty of the Hummingbird Lounge – no one ever stays the same after a visit here. You are never alone…

Oh there you are you checky child In amongst the many tongues The place where my child hood lives A story telling hidy hole The clothes silks from the east The jewels from the continent Wooden chests caved intricately of musses dancing wildly I d…