I am a ghost, haunting the edges of conversationsappearing briefly, transparent, only to disappear again.Once in a while my words haunt someone’s mind,keep them up at night, wondering.I walk between worlds, between ideas, looking for the centerand the grounding of silence and interaction.A part of everything, a part of nothing, alone floatingabove the scene, or... Continue Reading →
If my skull were to split, ripping my face apart, exposing everything inside of me, would you believe I've been open with you? Would you believe the miracle?
There are tales of men in constant flux and wanting, unsettled thoughts in assassin's eyes, deluged by faces and time, who try to sing songs from their prisons. Their bodies are cages, taut and binding the pacing tiger souls inside. Death house dreaming, inconsiderate of their fictions. Freedom to kill and take but the pacing... Continue Reading →
This song was heard when no one was listening, spoken by solitude across the desert sands. This is the dance... Can you hear the rhythmic pounding of the idle mind? Can you hear the rhythmic pounding for the idol's mind? Pulse of the heartbeat in the temple, in the stars, in pupils reacting to light?... Continue Reading →
Savage bearing, resting against the base of a giant tree, contemplating the hunt and the taste of passion, as her naked shoulders turn her shaggy head, flaxen hair tousled and moved by wanting, while her sister, dark and silent listens to the air, and stares from black, predatory orbs toward the sounds and scents.
The night breathes strange, excited air, cool to the touch. All things surround and hold us in place- The earth, the air, the sky, the ages before and those to come, hold me in this moment of Eternity with comfortable arms, divine wings. The roses are singing to my sister. She is in ecstasy on... Continue Reading →
Night-time blanket shield me, the Shadow Walker, from shady dreams and nightmare vision. Thunder in the earth, this ghetto is shaking, the sound inspiring wild dances. Milk-White and loathed, the Pale Ghost moving quickly through alleys, and thoroughfares teeming with ant-like lines gathering what they find, and corner-boy-soldiers, front stoop eyes, night and day the... Continue Reading →
Bare feet burning, black-top soul, singing, singeing. Hard, leather feet, softer than shoes and glass shards, hard enough to move and keep on burning, as the Sun beats down slow, passionate caresses, concentric circles washing away impurity. Line upon line, wave after wave, each ray a Word from the Lover's hand, pressed against my skin,... Continue Reading →
Quiet grace, refined, realization smiles, yet leaves no mystery revealed, just poise, and thoughts concealed.
After all of these years I finally sent something in to try and get published. Two things, actually. The first was rejected, and I was informed that I needed more life experience. The second was accepted. Here is the rejected piece. 1987-Washington, D.C. Sixteen years old and wandering the red light district is full of... Continue Reading →