“Winter Interim of the Heart”
There is a winter interim of the heart when a million white butterflies descend from ripened cocoons in the sky, soundless wings flutter, cluster into spools of wool for the weaving loom. Surrounded...
View Article“The Times for Telling of Thy Wondrous Works”
The times for telling of Thy wondrous works are measured in mysterious cups of gold, in ladles of the cauldron’s spicéd broth, in teaspoons of the leaven for the bread. There comes a daylight for the...
View Article“Archipelago”
Between now and oblivion lies an archipelago infinitesimal as a grain of sand, expansive as the universe of my remembrances: where lost loves wander stranded, entangled, enslaved. The islands are...
View ArticleLet Not the Words of my Silence
Let not the words of my silenceengulf you with thoughts that I am gone — I am here Despite the absence of the warmth of my palms upon your face I am here — Though my song is only palpable in the...
View Article“The Poet’s Voice”
The poet’s voice warbles where plaintive cellos echo from vine to hanging vine in rain- drenched equatorial jungles — trills mid-air with the sparrows, traverses clandestine recesses, myriads of...
View Article“To The Living Of Us All”
My soul dwells secure in pleasant mountains Creator-carved, where cloud-sent rains descend to quench the thirsty tongues and rays of molten sun embrace to warm the evening-cold shoulders — What...
View Article“End of Autumn”
Mottled colors flutter like butterflies, await the pristine white canopies — Wind-parched leaves mantle the oak-brown soil with topaz and jasper above the dormant seeds of wilted wildflowers — Hearken...
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