Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city

I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless