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  • This, Here (Poem)

    this moment of now

    this leaf poised on the precipice of turn

    this morning crisp with foretelling

    this breath without any need

    this step on the timeless threshold

    this invitation to go beyond

    one hand touches the earth

  • The Body Waits To Burn(Poem)

    sudden fever decimates

    scorching the physical terroir

    poisons previously held in check

    spread like liquid fire

    usual means fail to extinguish

    everything is consumed

    room now for new growth

  • The Season Turns Without Regard(Poem)

    a leaf always upon the wind

    its color the element of fire

    yellow flame red flame brown-smoldered ash

    some spark sets all alight

    blown by forces uncontrolled

    we stand bewildered as the brick walls collapse

    while the match drops from our careless hand