At four forty four this a.m. I broke from a curious and troublesome dream: a back yard cold hound arced from a choke, bejewelling black glass with sad bark and stream. * Struggle, the chain enchanted. But relief? Not tonight. Nor evasion. Fear defeat. The fettered dog’s howl and shackle of teeth seemed to goad … Continue reading Tonight, together, apart.
I once found a fluted glass at the foot of a door in a beautiful city where morning sunlight spilled through the Lindens like ghosts lining the streets and I whispered a name that was still unknown to me then but one day poured from your lips to my ears turned in slow motion a … Continue reading I Whispered.
Above the mountain lakes she strides in sleep beneath the moon in honor of the morning song of sparrows cloistered choir of the hedgerow or the little monkeys chatter to the coming Easter Sunday. Waves unfolding one another like the pages of his novel fallen at the bedside table vessels sheeted sleeping lover at the … Continue reading Vessels Sheeted.
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