Invisible Love

  love as an animal Does this animal run through our bloodstream across broad plains too hot for the soul? Does this animal bleed from our skin as thickly as maple from the heart of it’s mother? OR is it only here to be used as the sweetener on a breakfast of conceptual existence? my mouth closes around a

Envelope

OPEN this envelope and in the smooth yet sharp cornered sheets, between the scent of fingertips beyond the spreading ink is poetry, sapling green with story fine tears blood crimes and flowers fight to reveal each a resplendent joy….. so sniff it, and then tip it to release a flow of tiny wise stars

I Serenade You

  a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the  second of ten poems. Noble words revolve like wisps passing through my stars touching grace. A temporary, fractious glory flings my arms like backward wings with feather tips, spread in sweet torture. Wandering tension throbs in this dark belly of thought, the first birth or