Paradox   Beginning at the end… a snake eating its tail… moments circle brightly through my mind – twirling, red-hot tipped sticks just pulled from the centre of the fire – clicking through a roulette wheel of memories and the pin stops at that empty…

I never read the instructions. If you really need to know it, they will repeat it Ever since Grade One I was the Clueless One. My alarm tells me the Marathon is ON! Wow!  Wizzer!  How do you do! Here I AM!  Where’s the Friggin…

Pen to paper, It begins. Words flow. Mind seeks. Doodles sprout. Perfected phrase And rhythm found. The marathon begins. The blank pages End.  

The red light is at its stubborn best The nagging pain demands a rest The tired mind feels under duress The night urges to let go of stress The road breaker warns to go slow The broken road affects smooth flow Every diversion propels a…

In the beginning there was darkness Not darkness as in the absence of light, But the thick, velvety, primordial darkness of creation The darkness that gives birth to galaxies, suns The dark chaotic cacophony of the all-that-is The deep black soil from which life draws…

To begin, I go shopping — coffee and tea and several extravagancies — as if one could lure the muse with dark chocolate and a cider-scented candle.

they’re coming she thinks can’t be sure so long since she’s seen light weeks time drips slowly down here collecting into lonesome puddles she will not be saved she thinks the waiting will kill her first she thinks anticipation the dread of uncertainty she can’t…

He beckoned Me, In the end. Time moved slowly When his hand so tenderly Took mine. And the moment, Was so tender, I could not help but wonder If this destruction, This loss of being, Were a dream. But he beckoned And I followed And…

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A Shrouded Path In solitude, I roamed a shrouded path as misty fog devoured every sound, a victim of my fears and heaven’s wrath. Deep in my heart dwelt pain, carefully bound, which drove my feet further into the gray as if enlightenment could there…