Of the sweltering silence, out come imaginations of fertility, the kernel who blossoms, her child shall endure both waste and fire, wrath...

Many brilliant men and women died for their genius. I look inside my heart and I see a boy, the first of tears in his eyes, the first...

Heaving the emaciated corpse of my body out of bed in the penitent morning, obedient as a stone, I realize when dusk has come then, I've...

And again, the affable resurgence. I am not used to love, nor used to Love. It spills out of my eyes in tears, yes, but also I am found...

What if I were nebulous and fleeting, gone, wise in my destruction, lost unto the World? I would evade Reason but satisfy the Soul with...

that silk fabric of the Universe I’ve worn for a cloak wove’ by the gentle hands of the Prince of Peace. the soft sands of Spirit and the...