Creative Journeys

cycles of remembrance do hang on me for a long time now. I think remembrance creates trust and trust makes wholes emerge and perpetuate...

I do not breathe; breath runs through me as I be a witness to its path: I do not act although my belief tells me that I do. So I t...

Arms holding in the madness tight as wind blows howls wraps around strangles slightly. I can sleep although her body too warm ...

Change comes to the one who bends: like raindrops that fall upon a leaf, that trickle from its wet green spout; I sway and droop with t...

Here stands a man who cares: who is open to being used. Who is ready to receive your blows when you need to release your scream. When ...

From where does the change come if not within yourself? From the spheres that hang like baubles in the evening crested sky? From the ...

Your power is as subtle as your Subtlety is powerful. Like the unknown alongside of you. Subtle as it streams along your veins carrying...

man of truth carries on carries weight on through the wars quietly, little noticed little said, knows the dead no contradiction in opposites...

It’s the thin strip I love: between horizon and ground where eyes light upon and linger. There is a magical shiver that travels the spine an...

The continuous search for truth rips, slits, and soothes… like a journey on ice it slides towards the horizon far. We each a turgid ragamuff...

You buy into it, you lie into it. You are the bed you weave. If it could be different you would make it different: don’t cry over what you m...

Body by cool water linger longer by the minute. It was dreamtime and I was in your space; brown lashes slapping tanned features furrowed, co...

The traveling man moves about because he can. He's the hombre of falling leaves; of time left lying in shallow pools bottom of the glass...

When there is nothing but silence coming through the space between your lips like mysteries, I know I have been defeated by the subtlety of ...

I’m not dead but very much alive. I have my alibi. I have my beating heart. I have no diversion or excuses. I am strong – and I’m coming on....