Over the Edge There be dragons Fire breathing Fast flying beasties Playing catch with the plants Riding the Milky way like a roller-coaster Vaporising space monkeys Scattering ash like snow upon our land Flaming the sun as it tries to hide Icing the moon In…

Memories sixty years long trucked away. Collections stuffed in boxes Meaningful mementos moved One chair remains

1 Cracks in the cup crawl through my brain    setting off sparks    electrical overloads    I never can get this glued back together enough    to stop the sparks   2 Cups hold all of the universe    cradled galaxies    moons in orbit bumping the rim    stars spill…

I crawled to the end of the world And peered over the edge And found the living roots Of every plant and tree And the souls of men who ruled the earth Hung from the branches Like silent bats without wings Cocooned in mould and…

Your petal unfurls wide, Glistening silky pink lips, Swelling, dripping, begging me

Today my soul doesn’t know what to say I keep writing and rewriting the same few lines Nothing seems to come together One word becomes another But they just can’t connect At this point it may just be hieroglyph Undescriptive  symbols Without reason, without meaning,…

Over the edge, I’m falling— No, just dizzying fear, acrophobia again. Peering into the abyss, I see Broken promises, no stars, planets, Not even dwarf ones, no asteroids, moons, not even super ones, no comets, meteoroids, saints, astronauts, photons, multiverses, —no heaven, Quasars, Musk-bits, satellites,…

Only once have I spoken with someone who truly seemed to believe the world is flat With great sincerity he spoke of pie-crust geology keeping oceans in – like unbaked quiche When asked what he saw looking over the edge – ‘clouds. no idea where…

There be dragons beneath us cavorting with angels. What seem to be clouds at our feet is dragon breath and feathers floated from angel wings — all evidence of a heaven below, not above us as we were told.   Shall we traverse to the…

I had a dream of A’Tuin The great turtle flying through space I peered over the edge and over again, The underside of the disc Expecting desolation A smooth platform to ease the labors Of four colossal elephants spinning Our great disc Instead it was…