Friend and companion of my mindsuch laughter sprang up between usfrom the heart of happinesswas released a confluencea flood that arose so freshso sudden in that middle river we joined surprised us bothbut swept us away from each other: It…
dancing, we long stepped past each otherbowing, we stepped so carefully, gracefully, our truthnothing more than an evasive minuet of mirrors we were blind, seeing our own innerdistortions born out of cracked hope anger brought us to this:we built despairwe…
under the apple treessparrows chatter whilepecking out their prayers fluttering from branch to branchthey release the sacred messagesyou tucked under their wingsas you lay dying you’ve left me nowthe sparrows praymy heart fills with grief inconsolable the birds flutter past,…
For the children of Syria (R. W. Emerson, “It is in rugged crises, in unbearable endurance, and in aims which put sympathy our of the question, that the angel is shown.”) While Damascus burns her Angel waits. We watch, the…
The old world dies, the new waits. . .All the Poets have gone quiet.They’re hushed. Listening as the old ghosts gather. How they shiver. . . do you hear their dark chants fade? They emptymind from mind. Do you hear…
A lemon tree grew here all in one nightin the darkafter I left the room. I turned out the light, went upstairsto close my eyes. A bitter seed dropped out of my mouth. I was swallowed by sorrow. But your…