Poets are those who need not be told that the moon is the mind’s greatest deity. There is always light here on Earth ~ even wrapped in night’s black silk sheets, I wear the...

Dearest, I’ll seek the secret to liberation, as soon as this bed lets go of me. In a dream I waited in line for communion at Christmastime. When I reached the beaming priest, he...

Over the face of naked watersa nameless breath was blowing In wide windwhite seeds of weakness & weightless days of realizationwhirled in one confused flurry A subtle hand separatedlight from darkdark from salted sky...

After Walt Whitman I will go down to my bank by the river, and make myself     undisguised and naked –I am mad to be in contact with my cash, it is for my fingers    ...