How envious I am of my dog Sprawling like a human Across my couch, Darting like an arrow Straight into the house Nearly knocking me down as He races past me, Looking at me innocently with His tongue lolling Off to the side. He groans…

There is a desire sometimes that one will travel back in time to negate. The blackberry bushes being manicured. The mowing of the lawn killing the wild flowers. The moment of conception. A meteorite hitting this earth. A word spilling out. Deferring the continuous future…

Many words (logos—legion) sealed The Word of God contained Hidden—to foreigners concealed Lest by interpretation explained—   The Word itself crucified One word at a time—of prophecy Understanding then applied Androgynous— One becomes three   Many become one by immovability When understanding (crucifies) or binds…

fresh white lots of light someone famous slept here Or thats what they said if thats the case how old is this bed? Here lies the body of another one gone sent to the edges where the riches meet the lawn who might sleep here…

Use this image and/ or the line it contains “…just be still, and listen” as a jumping off piece. Full credit goes to Shlokla Shankar. I was cursed at a young age with A mouth that spewed fabric whenever I spoke Muffling my words and leaving…

I have been trying to speak to you of all the things I feel. I have been trying to share with you the truths that are real. I have been trying to plead with you to help me to heal. ……..just be still, and listen….

just be still and listen to your thoughts undress them use and abuse them talk to them rest with them play with them hold them wear them hear them listen

I live in the past years trodden down to memory, images scattered amongst feelings that left off somewhere I never got to finish. In the rain on the cars and the shoes on the pavement, In music that spells out my bones like a familiar…

Clear smell of something Hair Clean hair   Hair on ”I’m going to Vancouver” First not hunger feeling in my stomach   Clean break Drove away fast so fast downhill avoiding the fences and a slow horse   Freezing and eyes full of water Been…

Heading back to town, somewhere Almost South USA Bars are packed, the streets are lit, drunks sitting by the tracks with The City of New Orleans and world almost seems alive I come back home My mind’s a muddled mess of when and how and…