My dreams rest immersed in the infinite light, above all the unknown paths, where the clouds cry with the oceans' tears. My memories wander through the old valley of shadows or the glorious mountain peaks, where the sunsets and sunrises never end. Imprinted on the sand, the marks of my steps are so small, so... Continue Reading →

Brief middle of two looming voids comes life: a light-in-dark too dim to see by. Peer unblinkingly – or don’t – no shapes will come, no shades reveal themselves. Locate what’s best, what’s open only. Make a vital construct out of flesh. Glory, earthly, unto death. (Can’t care after!) Look to love yourself at a... Continue Reading →

The dog holds out his paw, fuzzy in the photo, but waiting to be held. The boy’s hand is near the paw. his other hand wrapped around the dog, Fixate on hand and paw, human—doggy nails so close, for joy, not pain. This is dog-love, boy-love— As close to oneness as two species can get.... Continue Reading →

I have tried to bury you In a mountain of typed pages. All of these pages, The nightly tappity tap of the keyboard As my mind goes backward to moments, Sentences, a touch Trapped always in the amber inside my skull. This mountain, it keeps growing And growing. Sometimes, like last night, I began to... Continue Reading →

Words are made of air Paper thin ether – supposed to last a day, sometimes a moment The blink of an eye – when past is replaced with remembrance deep from the soil of tinted papers mulch of yesterdays from libraries where dust encrusted lines were fences into another world Words that can germinate under... Continue Reading →

Do we remember that first cry we made, Having struggled to arrive amidst our mother’s screams, All that pushing and straining, yelling and groaning, That shift from the embryonic sac With its life-saving fluid, Into the world of breathing chaos? This bric-a-brac life with all its flavors, Untold tragedies and comedies that piled up Along... Continue Reading →

I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight –Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald Your hair, it’s summoned by moonlight now– One day I noticed how your middle parting beamed at me. A silver embroidery.... Continue Reading →

The beginning of each dream, like your hand in mine— A shower of humans, or meeting in the forest, but then, you—just you! (If so) I know the stars are real, and earth has islands of Heaven. Sometimes I bleed too much, realizing how mortal— Awake from the perfect dream, drowsy though afraid. I people... Continue Reading →

Snow falls, we are cast off from friends and neighbors, skin blue, our boots too deep for forward progress. A wind-slapped hermitage begins with hands rubbing, eyes watering, breath lingering on the lips like fog. Winter dates count down, take daylight with them, until they most resemble graves. We are both the mourners and the... Continue Reading →