04212013

certain evenings
i have a burning need
for solitude

and please do
hold the pity
for someone else

solitude is

neither an aloneness
nor a loneliness

but an integration
and an empathy

04132013

this is what happens when
all the latent layers of
who you are

are touched by fire
incinerate
flutter
curl back
                                         rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..................
                                rrrrr
                       a
              o
and s    

one...
by one... 
by one...

and f
       a
       l
       l
.
.
.
              u      
           o   n
in a m         d

citing what was uttered
by the air
verbatim
verbatim
verb...
atom

existence

movement

persistence

wor(l)d without end

04032013

it was the storm

that kept us awake

last night.

it was the cacophony

of ardor and danger’s

midnight dance.

how many times

must we talk about it?

how many footsteps

from moving to sensing?

how many storms?

how many sleepless nights?

how many awakenings?

04012013

another mindful serendipity...

last night the old moon dove

inside my inkpot and grinned

as the words bubbled

at the open rim

Good morning, April! Good morning, National Poetry Month!