We sing in the branches, The birds of night, born brittle In broken words and melancholic memes, As holy as the body in a dream Woven in, set upon a tree, Old and scorned, played out like a fiddle With worn out strings, a holy …
Read MoreNew York Harbor
Leaf and flower Have fallen in the windA petal gone The ocean never endsThe sea mist comes An unexpected guestAs even now The gray moon lingers westWhat little air Has blown with pure scentMy father gone The door from which he wentAs dust is dry …
Read MoreA Country Road
The moon has shadowed me, like stillborn air Along a country road, adrift in threads, Behind a worn out wheel, the pedals bare, As time leaves nothing here but cast off dead. I share these words with clouds in wind-washed treads, Where rock-strewn shores in …
Read MoreCrow within the Yellow Leaves
Successive years of falling leaves, as gold- Enameled flowers flitter out, around The garden nook, with simple stories told To fragrant crowds at play on dampened ground. This time we sipped a cup of coffee cold And spoke of speckled, thinning hair once brown; A …
Read MoreWitch’s Brew
A fern surrounds my life like a hollow mazeIn the intricate lattice of love’s first gaze;Following a pattern that guides me on this roadI reach for her lips beneath the mistletoe. My love comes forth with the apple of desire,A tangled taste that takes a life …
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