Oh, it is a darkness, disillusionment, but also I am jettisoned from poverty like gold into the flaming zeal of the believing, the fiery...

Love rising like the fumes of the past out of sewer-systems and matrimony, out of the interwoven sunset and darkness that comprise the...

He who needs coffee to sustain him, and melatonin to pull him under, the brine swirls in the ears and the Vision is lost. So fall...

Half the time it’s nothing, I am nothing, no more. But like the fickle wish uprooted, the deliberate, persistent, rather indestructible...

Do I evince such qualities? a glassy harvest salvaged from the reticence of Earth to offer up herself, a shining shard, resilience of...

Dawn is quick, but Love is slow, patient flower to be sewn in hostility of snow strong like thousand year-old stone. Night is long, but...

I have devoted myself with unswerving dedication to the ideal of the Altar at the Shrine. O mountaintop Mercy, O pinnacle of Presence, I...

The softest rain upon us. O my love, we are obscene, in schizophrenic atmosphere and paranoid, outstandingly alarmed at everything. How...

Lilda chasing the hounds out the door, through the garden, into the vacant lot of the Universe, obsidian and weighty, over our...

Terrible poems, a scathing mind. I know no quiet when I write. The pond is perturbed continuously by the arrogant breeze of the attempt....