At the blue circus, women in clenched corsets, fishnet stockings, and shined shoes – smiled. They were distractions, assistants,  and quiet artists.    Silent, beautiful mothers of the moon and the stars.  Dreaming of Jupiter, sleeping in forests, counting time gone by in the  bumps…

I imagine a cafe On the Champs-Elysees Sipping tall glasses of French wine At sunset   I imagine a walk along the Seine Hands held tight The sun going down The moon coming up City lights reflecting over and over Like a fairyland   I…

Utop, IA At the center, the heart Let’s set the scene The sacred space Of in between A colorful hilltop village Erected on ashes Of the past’s flatness Showing that flexibility Cultural Agility Economic Mobility Can be built up On the soils of farmers’ humility…

Ever since I saw the photos of those giant heads made out of stone I have dreamed of the island The most remote land mass in the world floating somewhere halfway between Chile and Tahiti A mystery still how those huge rocks moved why they…

Walk into the temple, be humble, have respect, Almost like stepping into the gates of heaven, Statues of miniature Buddhas lining the walls, Creating an ethereal feeling as if your soul is being lifted. If you stare at all the small statues for too long,…

Who am I? I am just a speckle of dust, Waiting for the wind to carry me back, Into the land of invisibility and ambiguity. Where no one knows me, Where I know no one, Where I wouldn’t have to fear anyone, Where I would…

Starscapes Background on Mars is black. Stars bound. Gas sings in sibilant color; Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange. A heaven worth of Skittle’s. Heaven born rainbows, freed from Earth. Vast and breath catching, frozen in the shade, the universe encapsulates the planets. Comets sling…

24 Poems: “The Dinner Party”   Krabbsmorgas   That beginning roux Then a yolk and cream Stirred until silky For a catalyst cream   Alas, when mixed with sherry Dill salt and pepper Presented on thinly sliced Vetebröd Now their feeling so pepper   There…

Down the deserted road I walk unable to stop myself urgently trying to get there though I don’t know why exactly The bell from the old church still rings out the hour tonight though especially it just seems so creepy The street lights seem darker…

A place where all the colours run.  A place where every thought is joy  an Albion.  A place where love is free  from all the maddening games  you and I played, for kicks  I’d dream a land of plenty  but there are plenty of other…