Poem – Childhood
Thick like paint, days after the canvas was filled. Spilled like sun through grass blades to where two children…
September 12, 2012Thick like paint, days after the canvas was filled. Spilled like sun through grass blades to where two children…
September 12, 2012Everything shall collapse Even night itself Has not the strength to sustain Under such pressure. Such…
September 5, 2012Blind from years of magnetic north; long fingers wrapped in bitter cold crawling over ranging mountains in search of…
August 29, 2012We have yet to meet in freedom. No matter how many angles of your skin I study there are…
August 20, 2012There is no I in You. Only We; body of bodies each with legs, eyes, tongues, hair, and fingers…
March 16, 2012Snow comes always in anger. It smothers all contradiction insists everyone accept its intrusion. When it has had…
March 10, 2012“Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged.” – Colossians 3:21 “Fathers, do not provoke your children…
January 18, 2012In two days, everything becomes a thicker color. The brush moves slower to spread every detail through all the…
December 12, 2011How long must I bear only burdens of regret to you? We meet in weekends I crawl with wasted…
November 26, 2011Our meeting was composed alchemy – the change of form preceded by resounding deliberation; war completed in…
October 31, 2011