Author: admin

When my story is written in the Temple of Eternity

There are loves from which I take
some pleasure of never healing from,
which perhaps explains why I never sent

My brother loved the Schuman album, piano music,
in a way he would love nothing else

not all can withstand
the wind’s assault:
leaves fly, limbs tear,
nests blow to the ground.

I can only wear your shirt on certain days
When I feel strong enough to face your burning absence

Come to me
Out of the world’s hurly-burly
The madness of technology
The maze of copulation.
Don’t bring your computer

Starfish stirred as my paddle touched the sandy bottom. Oysters
clung to the roots of the mangrove. A white ibis stood sentry.
In this shadowy shell, calm enveloped us.

Where blue songs swell across the shallows
And salt deep in the blood crisp,
So the mind warms itself alone
With wave motion, meridians of least resistance.