Like a recipe that requires certain ingredients, so does life in its understanding. In order to feel the wholeness, one must be able to feel the sum of its parts. Sorrow has as much s...

Growing Young When we are young We can’t wait To grow older When we are old

As mother sun warms the ground And the residue of snow sinks down… Reaching the frozen homes of the f… They start their thawing after man… Up through the soil and beneath th…

Love gates on pleasure’s path of deep crimson soaked in myrrh, wide open for passion’s run, past a fleet of words with the scent of love and love’s garden

The pulse of summer gets old and w… from the climbing up high to Aesta… our Autumn Goddess sporting her f… with her limbs all smothered in a… She kisses goodbye to the proud st…

Without Wings He flies like an eagle, the sky fo… Who needs wings when dreams take h… His world is adorned with polka do… Of floating iron and swirling tres…

Dead zombies laying out On a big cold bed, Laughing inside so not really dead… Piled up high as high can go, Put on a really spectacular show.

Between two silky thighs apart, flaming cello with a beating heart… lovely limbs and lovely sounds, erotic prelude to a weeping cantat… crimson gates to the hinterland

Songs in the silence, in the vacuo… the muffling of the anxious day, a a serenade of the heavenly harps, an ode to the planets in their tur… typanis speaking with feathered ma…

Easter Sunday is the day to go to… in praise of a phenomenon of this… A heavy boulder at the entrance of… was lifted away to expose an empty… Someone had the strength to lift i…