A New Poem: “Will We Dance Again?” The dream is the state of being I’m so out of sync with what my soul’s truly feeling. It’s like a dolphin dying off the Tel-Aviv coast, Circling her only friend, the one she loved the most. My true soul purpose is to fly, To go back in …
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These brick buildings, well they won’t help us now. It’s not what the soul wants. The soul wants to open up Coconut shells and rain from clouds and hang leafy shells on your ears as an engagement ring. The Hungarian tribes inside it are unfrozen by the wandering Danube. They are on their way to …
Imma gonna marry you I can’t take it when eyes are so sullen and blue I’m just not interested in pokin’ round this hay anymore I’m interested in the stars and opening their spring bottom door Take it slow Let all the rest of it go We’re gonna be a much happier Kannon Workin all …
We’ll stake the embodiment. A deadly priestess dresses the aisle during Lent. Depressing as it may seem, the little lecterns take their places in the scene. Washing Mary cold and foot, the diesel engines blast down to the blessed root. Actual fire stretches the islands leg, and individual pieces can only stray out and beg. …
Each relationship different, bare The lakehouse is empty, but our soul’s still there. Under the water, near the island of trees the shallows have grown years of mossy memories. We swim the narrows into the mauve and purple light; The boat dock’s restless, and the dog’s are howling for the night. We don’t think about …
Honey, let’s grow our own branch. Let’s give the white tiger of our hearts a second chance. Let’s look into the woods and be still. Lose all we learned, and do it by feel. All right you’re wrong. Wanna’ to know why? All night long you hold courtship with the phantom sky. You brace the …
