The cloud we thought was a stratus is now a cumulonimbus. We can’t keep building statues from air. The perfect storm is here. Now it shape-leaps from ice dragon to fire dragon. Can we catch its tail? Can we ride it to a new horizon? Continue reading
It begins with winds of change that threaten to blow the house down in the night Forget about the pictures on the walls and the things left cooking on the stove If you’re lucky even the nails will be swept away and that little secret word you use in emergencies like this will be useless … Continue reading
I pull back the string of me
and take aim. Continue reading
The people deserve some warmth.
No, poet don’t speak of beauty today.
Beauty has left the scene. Continue reading
Touch and touch met
in equal measure
weaving from all things
smooth and holy blooms
I see you there.
Let us open our everything
Don’t worry, death is not
what it used to be.
Just ask the spring
and its relentless pinking
and purple petaling. Continue reading