"I bless thee, O Father of Heaven and Earth, that ever I saw Flaxman's face. Angels stand round my Spirit in Heaven, the blessed of Heaven are my friends upon earth. When Flaxman was taken to Italy, Fuseli was given to me for a season, And now Flaxman has given me Hayley his friend to... Continue Reading →
The Haunted Victorian
It's one of those days you start the poem five times.The words form upon the page, what you want to say,And you don't have the heart, or can't find the rhymes,You just want to sleep and write again on a new day.A day when the haunted night crept into your lifeAnd roses lie alive beneath... Continue Reading →
Modern Poetry is About the Simple Things
What if I don't want to write about the Simple Things? What if my Muse doesn't talk about the fields of grain Or the perfect romance, or who know what else they talk about now. There's those people with record deals and they talk about how miserable they are in love. What if I don't... Continue Reading →
The Good Morning
It's one of those sunrises when nothing "productive" happens.One of those dew striped mornings of something more than beautiful.See I left my breath in the sparkling city of AthensWhen I left and pretended that life was never wonderful.The chorus of wise men with vampire teeth and zombies rags chantsThat no matter how long you work... Continue Reading →
Your Elusive Creative GeniusI was blessed last night to find this video reminding all of us artists that what we have does not come from ourselves. When I was in college, I used to talk about the Holy Spirit as my Muse, and I would converse with Him CONSTANTLY. I would see magic and I... Continue Reading →
Your Elusive Creative Genius
Revenge of the Spring
This quickening of the heart in morning, Glancing raindrops from the bird's waking call, Felled trees collapsed, branches outside lazing Green and bud in my windows blur the fall. The fall the tree had many years ago, Or perhaps just days filled with too much time, Ages passed, so few minutes to show When one... Continue Reading →
Writing to Write
The pen hits paper. Metaphorically. No one uses paper and pen anymore. I start speaking innermost thoughts, no feelings...no, I start painting my inner landscape outside of my body. The sadness of one day becomes a vicarious violent jaunt across a blood red sky. The joy of another becomes a happiness medley, a fogue of... Continue Reading →
The One Who Got Away
Well, it's been a while since I've come here.There's a new flesh breathing in my bones wall,Oxidizing in slow denial of fearAsphyxiating when it reaches me.He called answering my silent prayers,Words I couldn't even utter aloud,And I cannot even write now or dare To hope like what's in me wants me to do.He's alive in me again, breathing,Breathing the... Continue Reading →
The Saddest Thing I’ve Seen
Ok, we take a break from "The Circumstances" story, to talk about the saddest thing I've ever seen.This comes on because this weekend, I met a lovely man, had a couple of great conversations with him. He texted me this morning, and we found out that I am moving to his hometown in 2 weeks(I... Continue Reading →
Somehow now I can't read what once was love, The pages that evoked a gasp from me, Like they were sent to my heart from above, Kindling fire by which all men could see. Now I begin with ashen heart of stone And ask to hear one truth that I have not, That I may... Continue Reading →
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