Astrophysics, mathematics, poetry, metaphor, myth, music, neurology, climate change, biology, dark matter, gravity, are all thresholds of one kind or another; respect them all and all those who journey toward whatever mysterious coherence calls to them. In my book, Notes…
My little-girl-heart broke open with wonderwhen I first heard the Call of Magicand the promise of Wishes Three.Three Wishes? For me? I had no will to resist. None.I knew how much I would do with three wishes.I wouldn’t waste them,…
There is a shadowlandbetween our hearts:A still place. I cannot reach you there.You cannot hear my dove,my song of searching,the soft coo of my voice. I miss you so.Is there a grace to be foundin giving ’way, letting go? What…
The curse rides inside me.I fall through black ice,frozen, helpless, twisting.Spine cracks,Legs hang limp, hands grasp empty air.Eyes stare blind, wide open to the sunretinas are burnt, evacuated.Hunger lives. Never dies.Wounds ooze by day,heal at midnight, thenbleed again at dawn.Sleep…
She was so much the lost poet herselfher long brown hair wound up on her head,her slender navy dress with the cigarette burnnear the hem. Her face tilted down towardbooks resting on her bent left arm.Huge eyes behind seas of…
It was at the garden gate where you waited for me…and as we passed through togetheryou stopped, tilted back your head, studied the sky, breathed in the evening air… you raised your eyes, you stepped away I bent to fill…
(New Year’s Day, 2015) I caught a glimpse, a flash,of a light form, a fleeting.I stepped closer, and followed.A Presence unfurled, star – soaked.Her Question came, silver-rung. Strong.“Why do you follow me here, tonight?I can hear your heart whisper where…
sweetness glows along the ridge-lines of the hills where I standI reach high to fill my hands with the glowing skyblood-purple honey light drips downI embrace lavender-maroon flowgolden layers butter the flesh of evening clouds crimson light pools under my…
(For my daughter) At the top of the pileof things to keeplies the gold, the everlastingrose of my heart. My love is constant,beating close to you,in rhythm today,just as on that first daythat first hourwhen your tiny bodywith a heart…
When I was seventeen I left my father’s doorfor the Scarborough Fair. My footsteps, slowed by his dark weightbreath blocked, voice asleep,the ground where I sought to root myselfhidden. There was no map to read on moonless nightsand there were…