in the garden of Eden    sundial, of stone and bronze, wasting, weathered green, measurer of time in years; doomed to erode; and YET, the iris comes but for days, yet …

when I login, my truths insist, all the rest is vanity; so you see the writing comes hard, but the knees promise with every step …

one of the Dakotas    “So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear. Tho’ …

F/Land of Queens!    I am exactly what you want to believe I am, not...(the goth or the ick in Gothic). My poetry only emerges when yours is sleeping. …