Thinking of you.... Johanne... The light and the air and the wisps of your hair cascade like moonlight. The drops of your sweat, like dew upon your body. The rise of your chest, the so...

A morning walk through damp Valle… athletic runners passing me by, the way some human brains survive… and emerge capable of action and c… knowing my poetry may be recited a…

Last night an angel told me to fly… Through where there is no fire. That what has been suffered stays… and in prayers, I never died.

BEGINNING: I don’t know if what happened to me was real or if it was just a dream. I’m not even sure

Oh tis the heart that shatters and… For love is necessary for life to… For who can love Of Love"s full t… Love be the reality I hold, but t… I ask of thee! Why is it life can…

Music took me away from pain to fi… The sounds of the human Soul alon… There are musicians and singers in… The drummer beat drums to convey t… The guitarist plucked and fingered…

It pounds and crashes like waves o… Like strong winds to my door, it r… It cuts and slices like a butcher’… Like the grim reaper of death, it… It separates life like a scared ma…

Desperately hanging on the edge of… I listen to the lingering whispers Her voice so sedate and soothing Her hands so warm Her body inviting

Usually when I confess to being a… I get the funniest reactions: people think it’s so evil that I have the strangest beliefs.… when they themselves support