My garden is a time capsule, it’s contents a catalog of my successes and my mistakes. In the corners and along the edges, irises, cannas, and lilies bloom when it’s their time. My small white rose bush, a gift from a secret pal, blossoms all…

I am writing this note A missive, I guess To say I’ll be leaving tomorrow My time has now passed It’s over and done And there aren’t minutes left here to borrow I gave you my all, all my time and tears My best and…

Yellowed over the years Edges worn from weathered storms The smell of ancient years It read, 1997 If you’ve found this, Then the world still exists And the plague of my time has not killed the human race I give you my greetings I give…

  Sternly perched upon mine heart One word echoed unbendingly True— I said as it would depart Its one worded reply— almost knowingly   For the future made haste With what was already known For this one—word embraced It’s predictability and its only answer found—…

  Interpretation and understanding reside When the Word itself—is inverted As Truth is said to—confide The meaning must be converted   Fixed in the opposite order For light to shine in darkness Interpreted by its own author But by the mirrored image’s strangeness   Strangeness…

the storm has passed, like all storms do me, i made it, but as i walk the new day l see all have not, the ancient legs of the snow gum have been pulled from the earth line upon line of its history bared and…

  Prophets speak words— divine Rulers of both good and evil One, congealed, one: sign Prophets of Baal— do reveal Highest knowledge—to bind Evil words inverted— concealed To the one of the most high— Solemn words alike— revealed   Oh! Wisdom how you speak! For…

  Worlds apart— I feel your touch Foreign from a place I know— Memories— yet it’s sometimes too much For the wings I wish to borrow   Wings I wish to wear— To fly across these skies To hold you and to bare The love…

along with his dog tags they gave her his watch hands stuck in perpetuity behind broken glass she took the ribbon from her hair and tied it to the buckle kissed the inside of the leather which still smelled like him leaving a lipstick print…

– from the image – Your plan to escape, was thwarted by the wheels of Fate; For songs are capsules of memory, and you find her, in every melody. Souls speak in stillness — every silence is loud, Beneath distractions, every whisper, is your hearts…