Ready Every Day
Thinking, so confined a thing. Let me write from no-thought, from the emptiness filled with dear Dark Mater. Quantum Mother,...
Unstoppable
Unstoppable, that edge where dark meets light. In the dusk of my life, cresting curves engulf. Can incantations face such...
Trailing Clouds
Does not deserving come with birth?Trailing clouds of worthiness, we arrive as innocents. But the child shrinks and slackens, bludgeoned...
Tracks I Leave
The tracks I leave are made of words. Behind me, years of poems show my path in a snowy woods....
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