you turn me to glass
and i am humbled
in the brilliance of every
sunset shining
through...

melodies hinge
effortless from my lips
and a lover is soon
to kiss their source.

my days are touched
by a hundred hues_
how ever could i
ask for more?

where once the heavy stone in me lay
now lies a nest of butterflies waiting
eager as kites to be freed into the blue vast
of sky, anchored only
by the beating heart\
this wish
only this breath
nothing more
is needed.

I find no solace in the breaking heart.

i know no way around this one. there's gotta be some angel looking over me whispering something like the wind, let it go. let yourself cry. it's so very simple.

but my mind is another story. I've no idea what i want. and it's at the expense of me and all those around me.
i've forgotten who i am.

my lover has left me, and the coldest part is i have blamed myself for it. Even without blame, i feel responsible for the many mistakes i have made. b... read more

Lovely Lady Lumps she says. I thought those kinda lumps were reserved for the ladies.... Ever tried on a water bra he says? Eh?
Guess not. but meanwhile my inner Alexander Supertramp pioneers this vast and seeping land of stark amazement. Meanwhile my inner supertramp dives like a perfect fool off the Tower of my known existence.
Oh the dark night of the soul.
Oh the rekindled love.
and who by fire you may ask when the tower falls down.
who knew death could rise so bright?

Zuni is my ... read more

It's Sunday evening, Easter Sunday to be precise. Spring has arrived in brilliant rays here at the ever-magiKal Zuni Faerie Sanctuary.
It's been about 2 1/2 weeks since i arrived, and since i've experienced a dynamic flux of feelings and interpersonal dynamics, deepening with some and distancing from others... including 'the one i love'. Heartbroken and full... simultaneously? could it be possible? I am reclaiming much personal power i've given away... finding my zest and creativity brimmin... read more

it's something like 2 am on a tues in Asheville NC and i am packing my bags for westerly lands where the sky cracks open wide and maybe the ocean is warm enough to dip in. Buchanon Ave has been perfect haven for me to smooth some jagged edges in me. having been at Short Mountain (Theme Park) prior, i have watched much dust settle, and seen new dust rise. relationships... the exquisite danger of putting one's own happiness in another among such risen dust. the desire for reciprocity, and th... read more