In the jungle of your body, I wake to find that sleep has begged for questions. You are not response, but living, breathing, organism of...

What a wild excursion into the world of the mango; consumption of a slick fruit, and in yellows and oranges a flood through the mouth,...

“I could turn a blind eye, watch the sundial wither by the moon and waves of glass pound against the sand like massive fists white, too...

Enormous globe of fire, pearl of the eternal fuel of Life, you rise and shatter the black glass, omnipotent presence of twilight; you...

Time, O, Time, immortal darkness out of whose wet folds hath sprung the miracle of the Soul to bring Dawn to the Universe— Time, O, Time,...

I have not the strength, nor the audacity to allow this, such pain to shrink and die, let the Soul to emerge, battle-hardened and broken...

Claude, he wrote of you such as I can’t—not like this, for I’m no wordless brilliant. His last line rings out into the silence that has...

I have dreams of the wilderness. I do. My arms sprout branches, twigs emerge from these: my body begins to embody the rich eternity of...

God struck a match, scraped it upon the chafing flat of this horizon and set aflame our sun, who burns with the pure fire of eternal...

So burdened with a burning Song, the Soul makes, moves toward that eloquence of gold when flames have stripped her body of what stone-...