The icy cold liquid is wrapped around me. Dragging me further below the surface. Into the deep. I feel the air bursting within my chest. Fighting for release, Fighting to escape. Into the deep I plunge. My eyes remain shut to the frigid, watery darkness…

She had been silently dreaming, Dreaming all along, Of Wings, of Sky, Of the miraculous. She had never suspected, Though she gave an occasional and sidelong glance, Half-seeing what she saw, That meek and quiet were protective seals, A wax rind to conceal the power…

I like dirt gritty and uneven beneath my hands; knees wearing the shapes of ancient rock beds the risks of forest floors with their hidden sharpnesses.   Give me the grasp you don’t know is too tight; hips forward head back in deepest roar – your strength…

this is the part where im in so much pain i cant focus on anything much less meter and verse and all i want is some solid sleep curse friday inventory and bad knees

Dark as coal my nightmares lie at the feet of my submissive dreams. I rise like a fog from beneath my covers at night when the world has gone asunder.   Nocturnal Jasmine greets the dark and sweet gentle stars are in agreeance. Calamity crashes…

Flat Fish As I peer up at his boat, Caliban, through the warming late spring waters of this New Jersey back bay, I see his lucent line descend. His chartreuse jig bumps along bottom mussel beds as he persuades me to lunch with him. The…

  I remember the old stone bridge, Putney, and Bishops Park. The Pond. Swans sweeping the Thames. Blistering blue flashes, A budgie, Lost to its home, flying Frantic in London trees, All alone. I remember floating in feathers, Face down, unafraid, Sinking slow, White dress,…

I feel weightless while submerged The sounds in my ears are like a gentle thunder   I am free under the Shooshing water Creating ripples as I exhale small bubbles   Looking up, I see A distorted vision Of the land We call home  …

Hour One:  The Warm-Up Check the vim and vigor, hotel lobby at 6 am, CNN. Morning breaks with panic in Dallas.  Who shot the sheriff, or tried to?  Bullet holes in the window, in the windshield. But all is well in Nebraska – a place…