The velvet night plays host to the September moon hanging in suspension in liquid air. Cold, crisp edges seal in the lunar landscape, forgetting for the moment, the hot sky which sealed our noon. There comes the night, in desperation relieving the cloddish insensitivity visible in the unrelenting stubbornness of the day, unable and unwilling…

My song goes out on the morning air and penetrates the sky to where the stars hang heavy. My lyrics ride the beams that will meet the sun and hang in mid-day until even the grass hears the melody or the mourning. Look who it is! they say. She speaks to us and we hear,…

It was with stony disbelief they watched as I slowly lifted the strands of hair at the back of my head. And when they blinked,  I smoothed the disarray and said, did you see them? I, of course, had grown another set of eyes on the back of my head. But only after the children…

I seek solitude in that part of mind in consort with the ancient gods. We whisper great truths and often chuckle at the simplicity of man’s complex thoughts and of the complexity of the simple word. It all must do with the feelings of the times. For in ours, when our time was, we laughed…

So in this night when you lie still and listen for the rain, listen for the wind, listen for the stars moving about the sky, listen also for your heartbeat. It is steady and it is sure. It beats for all your commitments, both loving and lovable. You are an important adjunct to this world…

The storm clouds gather and fear mounts, harnessing power which once were emotions struggling for expression. Like the great god Zeus, brandishing his hot irons, lightening arcs across the night sky. Thunder, like rolling kegs of dynamite, flatten systems of tarnished beliefs, leaving in its wake, profound silence. Forgotten are the thoughts heavy with the…

The still air stifles even the act of breathing. The hot air forged in the steel furnace of daylight is nowhere a relief. My eyes droop with heat heavy fatigue and I take refuge between bed sheets locked beneath the pristine spread all day. My naked legs scissor kick in their coolness, like swimming in…

Croesus stumbled and laid back a war torn skin for public autopsy. With bruises bested by emotional welts too deep to be visible,  he wept. In the eye of the cyclone, the earth's erratic heartbeat was his heart; the blood drenching the soil was his blood and the screams of the mothers came from his…

I was an oppressed people. I wandered long and became very tired of wandering. I hugged the banks of the green river and shredded lives of high calibre. Crying hard and loud I voiced irritation that rubbed edges raw. And soon I walked into the promised land. Even before, even before I died. It was…