Munchies nature’s art,
enlightening insightful,
world of joyful treats.
Uplift the hidden realm of
a serene lake without fears.

I have questions
about poetry
and whether
it causes
loneliness
or not

master of virtues no longer called for.
master of virtues not yet called for.

a hero with 1,000 faces
fights a faceless monster
in a field of ruin    and
  beyond observation

caught like a row of
selenium pillars holding up a
prism
earth

encrusted in
skittering moments w/o time

heaving a blade
into
salt-silt flickering slit

([]}        (  •. )         _

Blackberry sweet
elderberry shine
we cannot ignore
the approaching signs
growing along the highway
to Autumn

I love the weight of your hands,
they leak your love
generously

I love the depth of your eyes,
they betray your heart
brilliantly

I love the strength you hide,
you lend it out
liberally

I love your slow presence,
always within reach
intimately

I love your joy and laughter,
both swamp the room
and me.

this feeling is not
symbiotic: you reduce
my core to nothing

There is no shame in saying " I love you"
   Only heartbroken mornings,
              when there is no reply. . .

is a curious thread that
hold us together
while apart

there is a mind
called shakespeare

there is a mind
called doughnut

ooooohhh doughnut