Demons Danced Above the Mountains
Demons Danced Above The Mountains The poet whispered in a candle lit room and his words created vision…
Demons Danced Above The Mountains The poet whispered in a candle lit room and his words created vision…
Tide of Time The tide of time washed against the lost hours of the night erasing vestiges of re…
The Dogma of Grief Grief prevents momentum And sadness sustains limbo Seconds become days Wit…
Gentle Breezes Late afternoon A gentle breeze The trees a full rich green On the cusp of summer …
He is No God to Me There he stands Pointing his finger At me and my country They say he is ou…
Atessa These are the colours Of discarded oil drums We’d find them Around the …
Bottled Singer Where is your voice now, Muffled by water In a glass bowl; Your head All sw…
Unraveling Rhyme The rhyming and the not, as if I had forgot, the words of many ye…
Abandon She threw her head back as she laughed. Loud laughter. Free. Filled with Joy. I want …
That Moment Before I adore your smile. No, not your smile. That moment before you sm…
Bluebeard No treasures in sight or even within reach – The bodies surround her, an encircling moat P…
Cobwebs Seven years since I spun that tale, weaving words to patch up the past. An obsession lingerin…
A Filthy Fairytale The regurgitating bass precedes your arrival, a wedding march for the disenchanted; vibr…
Miramar, My Miramar Miramar, my Miramar, marriage is an endlessly rolling sea, a mill on a much-was…
The Australian I met the Australian man with the Russian wife again. Neither looked too please…
Not a Haiku A young woman gave me a smile it was enough enough to do another day with hope …
Rothko I sat in that Rothko chapel and I knew I was as close to God as I could ever get th…
Blue Sunrises I am so good at being broken Taping my soul back together And jumping back into the fra…
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