Sacred places

In the depression of our hearts in the deepest, most sacred places of our souls this is where we find the moments, the beginnings of things There is no silence between heartbeats only the suffering of life’s echo waiting to begin waiting to end There is nowhere more sacred than that of ourselves where in … More Sacred places

When silence comes

The sun rises upon us all but in reality we drift towards the light in anticipation of the coming night And so it began in that moment of birth when darkness thrust us into the light We are creatures of curiosity We want to know to feel to believe we are anything but this Skin … More When silence comes


The ballet of death as much as the ballet of life is sewn and performed together for one without the other is nothing but a memory of that unspoken thing and all together we move through the rain where bows and roses bloom knowing that come too soon is that, unspoken thing we shelter our … More Unspoken

Clouds without rain

Clouds without rain evaporate into ghosts Memories eroded and forgotten barren souls of bleached bone The immortality of time carries with it life That, moment when rain explodes with pungent echoes of its death That, fleeting moment when you remember your own ghosts

as winter rips

Leaves shiver so as winter rips as they cling to life Birds peck frozen earth as winter rips as they cling to life Woody blood slows as winter rips as they cling to life Time is silent as winter rips as each moment … dies