Your Peace is Tide

Heavenly bodies, paper collage, 2020 your peace is tide spotless like warm rain sends out roots invents prophets invents poets invents a grim, impossible fate like rebirth, this too, is inevitable overhead, a second sun cracks, runs golden unties its strings & waits

The Yellow Desert Poems

The Yellow Desert, paper collage, 2020 i. the notion of being civilized is  heightened by shadows an infinite crust of time a sense of music to hold onto at the center of  dawn, earth cries —is vibrant, mellow, happy we are the bystanders relics of liquid freedom ii. the mind breathes in  strange waves  dense  [...]

Hour of the Sun

under the hour of the sun it is said, we once again  connect our ancient  souls with the dawn red deserts &  midsummer highways all that is green, no all that is treacherous & golden  frantic like a subterranean storm do you hear the birds retreating? the slim dry dawn slips  over our shoulders we [...]