Wash Over Me

door that opens, water, over my legs flow in this dream I, find home, my home sweet and good and agreeableĀ andĀ insipid as objects pass, memories? notions? wading into colonial style lodgings I question not where, but who and why does this water, clear, warm doe not pass not drain not … Continue Reading Wash Over Me

Duality in the Night

at night, when one’s soul at rest does the troubled, distressed find mars’ brutal skirmishes upon wide plains, steeped canyons maybe a soldier be, broken, bloodied falling upon the ramparts, jolting awake in sweat bathed, heart racing does the principled, kind, patient find fields sunny, breezes fresh old friends, lovers, … Continue Reading Duality in the Night