poephemera 18 one winter morning i told you that i needed a poem from underneath your skin and dreamt of winter sparrows in the palms of your hands your glow pierces my amygdala you undo all your buttons

poephemera 12 this dream this dream this third eye wide open as the neurons fire and sleep in an order beyond paradise passing through the interiors of stars but in the dream an evermounting wave is feeding

Poephemera 11 genesis walk in vast late november purity all is color in grey river whitecaps I advance a moment in time only to wheel and hurry back into the darkness in the beginning was the word and

winterbite 2

winter bite

poephemera 9 whisper deeply let us know deeply need remembering whisper to move forward deeply makes sense of past needs times and joy of present love

Getty Advance Training Pilothouse Coaching has three proposals for Getty Advance. Some of the parts of the proposals are interchangeable. The first two are based on a one month cycle. Starting with the

salty my mothers eyes look out through mine and so i know more about her at last memory than the child hiding the old man i am now become grey salty

home brewed fire roars sound of hot water banging merrily against a round steel kettle the rustle of tiny golden leaves sprinkled exactly into the strainer a bouquet silently and sweetly awakens the air

baked peace bubble howling joy sweet smell tossing and turning in the night translucent spiraling gurgling stomach morning dew odor of muffins rise rise rise forever hope is all encompassing towards tomorrow

i am standing green listening to the after rain dropping leaf to leaf the birds call and respond to all that past splashes on and recedes through gravel grass growing young up

i think i switched souls with a park bench in negley park in pittsburgh but that was 1976 and I was pretty high (up flagstaff hill

time is caught in my head is caught in time the heart too is pulled strung to then now from wild soon fire a kiln burn beautiful air scented by wood and water earth blooms constantly returns all home

the flying walrus my father used to fly us through the western pennsylvanian ohio and west virginian skies. my brothers and i were always thrilled to be invited along on that ride although the joy was

someday manhattan will be a single grain of rust i went down to the water today, again. the east river at high tide then to the hudson estuary with all the wind and the birds flying and screaming felt