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

I'm plugged into Music with the lifeline of a pair of headphones, always, IV drip, my constant ruminations coloured and contoured by...

Slow poems I breed in isolation, like horses, some strange neck of the woods cleared off, the sawdust blown into the breeze, remains...

I feel safe and floating in that time, miraculous and fleeting, my buoyancy like that of the sailer who owes his to the raft gliding over...

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