An arrow across The abyss struck my heart and I caught on fire.
The story I write The tale I tell, poetic Mythic, magnetic, Universal, it Is your story as much as It is my story.
A word must exist First before you can say it. Thus does word create. Every letter is A number, put in sequence Shapes the sound
Think of a room with No center, only corners. Anonymous space; Corridors endless, Everything angled. Airplane Terminal. Here is Where I’ve spent the last Four
Above your mantle, Calm and harmonious Orbs maintain ordered Universe. By chance One day, you change the frame and Find raucous chaos. (The double sided
I went down to the Other side, waiting by the Water. Voices in My head had told me To watch for a bird. Sometimes Doubt