Nighttime is petrichor and silver sky Kissing my self-awareness softly With lips of river’s mist and the promise of dawn Crisp crunches of bunches of gravel Caress corners of a mouth upturned into its cheeks Feet attuned to a rhythm of the body Mirrored in…

Without spoken words My sole arm wraps about you I sleep on your chest

Mortals are good readers of grief. In a nameless city, there’s a claim mortals do not know how to read things written, and poems scribbled – a light for their pathway into Eden, the new one. How else does a man prophesy blindness to his…

POEM 23 Oh to join the waltz of fireflies dancing through the night. Rhythmic points of green fire, what a joyous sight. Thousands flicker endlessly in bioluminescent flight. They blink and glide, setting a forest aglow. So many little strobe lamps you know, flitting in…

CHEESE DREAMS: STEP-BY-STEP INSTRUCTIONS FOR AN ASTRAL ADVENTURE   like all aspects of magick, psychology and unconscious mind operating always (if not within your awareness then without it)   (whether or not you agree to consciously recognize their power or their profound effects) so for…

Blessings for these things: the prayers you prayed for me, the Mad Magazines you bought us, the freedom to explore anywhere, the macaroni and cheese, please, that had a pound of cheese any kind a stick of butter 2 cups of bread crumbs 4 cups…

They say in the darkest depths of the woods when a soul comes back from the sea The fairies dance to guide home the soul’s old memories. The green flash lasts but a mmoment, a blur to our eyes But it takes thousands of fairies disguised…

Hour 23: Cheese Underestimated though often grated. Cheese. Want no frills? Then simply grill. Cheese. Got a lot? Make some aligot! Cheese. Bake it with honey keep it nice and runny. Cheese. Want some for your tea? Why not try some gnocchi? Cheese. Shred it…

A destiny decided My hand gifting symmetry Your body twisted desire

Left for the business Came upon a blue iron cart Parked by the shop side Wow she exclaimed I wonder what that could be To my surprise It was the cane man’s bed Dreading the circumstances She pulled to the shop The distress was to…