Of all known tyrannies,
This is the most airy,
Each word from this day forward,
Will be silk coated
More carefully chosen
Whispered from a kingdom up high,
There are many feelings weaker than,
My hand upon yours,
Our eyes meeting,
I cannot wait to hear your heart's music,
And for it to be recognised for what it is,
Your steps will be the music that gives me strength,
The world has less sharp edges
"some cry with tears,
others with thoughts"*
sun-way heat beats against
my truth left two souls
melding with a splash of
the mimicry of my cry
you who I truly know
last kissed June 7th
in eternal sunshine—go
and be free.
I’ll wait for you in
credit to the friend who never stops pulling light out of the dark. you've never ceased to amaze me in the two years I've known you.
Surgery they say for Keith
and he sees the surgeon soon
Then he waits and within eighteen weeks
knows the date he'll be off his feet
He's now in his eighties
and gets around without a walking stick
He says the surgery is a bother
and he's not looking forward to it
full-moon above the sacred mound
gives light to her soft navel.
Womanly secrets guarded in darkness
spread across the earth;
Twigs snap, leaves rustle
a haze of pungent smoke greets dawn.
Autumn walks on silent feet.
Her long raven hair cascades in beauty.
Behind her comes a bristling wind,
while overhead a flock of raven spirits portend
a shadowy doom
Winter catches Autumn unaware,
dragging her to his tepee.
There beneath deerskin intricately beaded,
intimacy plays out between them.
The animal in him crouches
warm within her womb,
but the cold within his heart
freezes Autumn's soul.
Across the village
a sentry cries out a warning.
Spaced teeth in a ceremonial mask
smile vacantly at our impending plight
and soon a blizzard holds us fast.
Brother wolf I hear you howling
above the flapping of wings,
fang and talon's hunger calling
blood scents heat in night long flight.