Religion makes devils of us all. Pain puts things into perspective. “In the beginning...” we asked our… “Who we are, where we are and why… and we invented gods.

Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars

You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness

I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children

Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…

I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone

This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.

You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter

We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children

A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea

The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep

At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight

I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore