Friday, February 20, 2009


i flay myself
you place gently
responding to seeping
i sponge

i sting; burn
you are salve
scorn of separation
mop this

rescinding thoughts
blind ever; cloud
distant yellow sun
reserved spoon

scraping dust blinds
palta is..
ripping undercurrents
letting streamers go

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


eyes locked as painting hangs
snowcaps, rock, and sky
apples held still in gravity’s grasp
roses sighing to the sun

rust and timber, ‘retired from shiny’
but offer aged elegance
clouds, the scarves of ancients
raindrop’s kisses soften wounds

nature/life dance wildly with winds
feeling gentle whispers
lakes of glass holding secrets
witness everything, tell nothing

silence blankets like heavy fog
clamour diffused
soul resurfaces from the deep
inhales; deep breath -