A new land is born a new scene forms on and on she writes it starts to breathe on its own like an instrument alive.

Silent swimmer Your old soul frightens me Behind your eyes an ocean of possibilities— I cry for you, keeper of secrets, as you watch,...

(Poem of the Week) A lunar eclipse evening past Three ways balanced Eyes open, I am. See lights of nature Raining for days Smooth minutes...

(Poem of the Week) 1997 I want to reach a new level of psychic existence . . . I am not a philosopher, but a ponderer. I'm a student...

New Passages my warmth of living from within— grew like the sun— a supernova spreading through my soul shocking my heart scorching my...