“Where the Earth Ends”   who am I to say if the the earth is flat ~ or not, for   I’ve only seen the sandy shores, with its white foamy edges   I’ve not been beyond  that blue horizon   I’ve found rocky ledges…

I crawled to the end of the world And peered over the edge And found the living roots Of every plant and tree And the souls of men who ruled the earth Hung from the branches Like silent bats without wings Cocooned in mould and…

Only once have I spoken with someone who truly seemed to believe the world is flat With great sincerity he spoke of pie-crust geology keeping oceans in – like unbaked quiche When asked what he saw looking over the edge – ‘clouds. no idea where…

I had a dream of A’Tuin The great turtle flying through space I peered over the edge and over again, The underside of the disc Expecting desolation A smooth platform to ease the labors Of four colossal elephants spinning Our great disc Instead it was…

There’s so much cowardice in saying “I wish to die.” When the pain gets overwhelming. But have you ever thought Is there one among us brave enough to say “I wish to live.”

Hour Four Outlining plans with graphite tracing the intent- gradients of charcoal delineate from our preconceived form an insult to our potential. Our attempts to take over and mold over the wire mesh construction- half-hearted clay structure unassuming to the crack from the heat of…

The grandparents I never met parents of the father I loved secretive though he was about them, him and them Grandma and grandpa died before I came along never even met my mother rarely were spoken of Mentioned only essentially names, dates – never more…

moving  breaking : or rather : just entering : people’s (former) homes : has become : just another : something i do : almost without thinking : we need things : houses have things : the people who owned the houses : can no longer…

“What Does It Mean”   life’s sweet mystery has me wondering these shapes we see in the clouds billowing by what does it mean the synchronic numerology butterfly in a bush birds fluttering, amongst the trees the beauty of the present life’s precious gift leaves…

  It’s early Too early And there’s still too much to do And there’s still so much I can’t get through But we’re on to new beginnings And soon to some place new Just need to pack one last thing Okay one or two… The…