Having flung wide the doors of my soul, once a vault, now a cathedral— no, a monument to Suns— I am opened like a house, like a humble...

Unnerving tranquility, the kind where the leaves hold their breath and the wind relents, a hush prevailing, if only for a moment,...

Do it in the darkness. Do it with the wisdom of despair wrapped around you like a rag drenched in dark blood, old losses, pleasures...

For what is sacred and serene, we bow our heads, we pray to God. But what of savagery? What of the dogs who refuse, like I, to give way...

Glaringly, I am old. And the canyon does not visit me anymore. As I am a boy of longer isles, stranger tides, in trusting the music for...

Your fresh eyes now are priceless, open springs of bitter knowledge clarified, made sweeter still, made pure and holy. It has been said...

Oh, the wintry conundrum of poise: do I love you or not? do I place the tea kettle on the stove and make love to your body, or leave...

Still I am not possessed of the clarity I yearn for, the glassy harvests of words I wish to be mine; still, I am not the spire of light...

Blame no one for the circumstances out of their control, which are, in fact, most everything, if not the total World, with all its pomp...

Flush of the Sky, in rain is sought temporal melodies, the Earth surpass redemption in the dawn. Mellow blue of dusk, its emptied...