The Deaf Heart

Because my heart would not listen

i chained her to the railway track

strode away with nearing train whistle

deliberate footfall

i did not look back


Because my heart could not listen

i bound her tight with coarsened twine

blindfolded her gaze so long pleading

disowned her as no longer mine


Because my heart does not listen

on a field I leave her for vulture prey

but instead of carrion so tempting

a bird  lifts her cloudward



The Bleeding Sunset

This exquisite pain

cannot be tamed within

it seeps through my pores

pools like acid on skin


it’s stencils are fingerprints

etched indelibly on glass

brought up to dry lips

soured wine now will pass


it sullies my vision

all sunsets bleed red

dawns dim, not brighten

to your darkness








Moon Song

Wake up…

I’m the light at your window ledge

the translucent dimmed rays

by yonder garden hedge


I’ll soothe you in delicate lunar shine

as tendrils a twinkle over eyelash meet

cajoled in dreams to be ever mine

then drip heavy with nectar, my sweet


Before dawn I’ll fade into the infant blue

slipping gently from the ebony cloak of night

toiling with tides as I bid you adieu

a love weary, cratered satellite



Image courtesy of NASA, December 1972. The large crater near the center of the image is the 20 km diameter Pytheas,

She is

She is

not of this place

she will

sidestep and skip, rather than shuffle

with phantom souls

turn and thrash

against the currents of indifference


The “do not walk’ sign means run!



Not rusted iron…

her ways are daisy chains

intricate, scattered

along dusted lanes

fragile fragments oft failing, falling

as a virgin pale petal array

skirting ankles


She will force a smile when tears begin

swallow the pain whole

to a raw within

be brave my dear

stay with pure intention

for outstretched arms await


and to them





The physical manifestations

of your abhorrent manipulations

are rippling excitations

down my lizard spine


Such unexpected permutations

include exquisite evocations

and post coital proclamations

from a forked tongue


But after countless titillations

i’m left to ponder ruminations

during lengthy hibernations

so cools my reptilian blood

Will You?

Have you lost me to the evening air?

a balloon floating free at the country fair

a child dismayed

eyes flooded by glare

from the sun so bright
Did you lose me to the forest green?

a barefoot nymph, dancing unseen

dashing through thicket



dried moss to misted dust
Will you find me now the song has played?

the concert over

a sparse crowd dismayed

violin bow lowered

had but we stayed…

haunted yet by the music

The Oyster’s Lament

What shall I do with you sweet pearl?

you were the sand grit that slipped unsuspected

between my brittle, rippled


as I brine bathed baring

my virgin mantle


I promptly coated you with layers of nacre

to match my own luminescence

and we moved together

with midnight tides

our affair of nautical jostling

exposed under neon glow

waking starfish

One NIGHT only, Bivalve Show

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.