"Quiet your mind," they say. How does one quiet a mind? I can't think of how...
Category: Poetry
Spinning
Like a spider in the wind taking flight— Love spins iridescent threads made of light— weaving a web of souls.
Paradox
Truth didn’t knowshe would have to fightto stay alive. She thought being Truthwould be enough. It isn't. They assault her with shouts,Smother her with lies, They shove Truth in a boxwith Schrödinger’s cat. See that? they say.Truth is whatever I declare it to be. When power defines Truth,Truth dies.
Nature’s Souvenirs
River eddies curl, collecting twigs and branches: nature's souvenirs
Asymmetry
A barefoot child kisses a world of opportunity, Creating a dynasty where Success waits beyond translucent dreams. To thrive he must gain inhibitions In a world where wars devour innocence And rules of decorum silence The screams of disorder in an orderly world: Where killing is orchestrated through agreed-upon opposition, Where peace seems irretrievable And … Continue reading Asymmetry
The Perfect Snow
PROSE It's been snowing for two days, yet the pavement is clear. It's the perfect snow: all beauty, no substance. Sometimes that's what people think they want. POESY It's been snowing for two days-- yet the thoroughfares remain clear. The perfect snow, people say: Beauty, but no substance. As for me I'd prefer some depth. … Continue reading The Perfect Snow
In the Space of What Was 