Rainsong

Rainsong I send my children outwards ripened, luscious, on 12 undeniable steeds They take with them no heed, nor guide, no course is fixed upon They have no prior knowledge gained but return they will…

shorts

It is funny It is funny to imagine how we could have weaved before, on the same luscious carpet, that’s now lying on the floor.   It doesn’t matter It doesn’t matter what you dial…

Ode to Goa

Ode to Goa   to be Goa, you have to be expansive you have to lay bare your heart to welcome the endless flurry of dogs and cats and men who stride upon your ways…

beam me up scotty

beam me up scotty   beam me up scotty my landscape is abandoned my fingers run in jelly trails through the masses in the dust as snippets of their wordlessness jump irresponsibly on I feel…