The talk of fingers
Entire possession… Read More The Tendency For Existence
But what do we know about them?
That they say I love you, for reasons.
The human experience
archived and released,
comported for revelation. … Read More An experience of When My Heart Stops Beating
If its existence did not depend on falling
Would I merely have swayed?
If it were not conditional
Would it have existed anyway?
A hinging on and pivoting to… Read More If it Were Not Contingent
You close them,
Again and again.
The mind’s lights,
go out and,
set the stage,
time and again.… Read More A New Play
Sometimes I choose the wind.
I leap in for the blast and the immediacy.
The wind sculpts me as I float off into new places,
lean into tearing fear,
have annoyances plucked out of my hands,
lose my thoughts with my hat,
have my intentions scattered like paper.… Read More Puff
Leave me a feather
Warmth of life
Home of my sun
You lift me to greater heights
I am eagle too… Read More Eagle of My Zenith
My attention perches on small mountains, that change shape, tip me into the furrows as you trace the tale and I tag along, sliding down past the pools, falling from the bridge to sit with your words for a while.… Read More Countenance