I dreamt last night of sex and mag… Nothing romantic or sweet Sweat and fire and wetness and noi… Pain and violence without anger or… I woke without consciousness
This world, beautiful and cacophon… is your world Be gentle with it The hours pass in such a haphazard… Skipping and stuttering through ou…
Rising each morning Sometimes grumpy Sometimes quiet Sometimes joyous forgive us our sins, as we forgive…
I am what I am What I’ve always been What I will always be A facet of infinity. There are times I can almost hear…
The mourning routine as a time of… The mind relaxed and reformatted Excising the shards and splinters… The sacred space is created; Vestments are donned (shirt button…
I am a man of high ideals and smal… Hours occupied by the detritus of… conference calls, training session… Diminutive decisions Reverberating through the world
We are, each and every one of us,… Souls of glass, with edges new and… Each nick, scratch, and winding cr… The blank page, mocking and soothi… Reflecting back at me hopes and fe…