My Many Me’s

I am Four.  Within me swirl four selves, organized chronologically and thus seasonally.  They symbolize for me seasons, elements, and binaries.  I hate and I love them, as seems appropriate.  I am they and they are me - my Little Me, Middle Me, Aging Me and Elder Me. Little me is me in the Spring of my …

Rains Descend

Rains descend upon my head The sky grows dark and chill The rush surround my mind and soul To freeze my halting will Clouds move o’er the dawning sun And halt the marching light My vision dims throughout the morn And shrinks into the night Fogs envelope mind and frame The world becomes a haze …

Silence Screams

Silence wades in somber seas Lonely in the darkened wood Floating in a world of dancing grass Soaring through the cloudy skies Silence screams within the darkened mind (featured image source)

She Calls to Me

She calls to me. The fair island.   Her fragrant scent, so sweet, so full of death and growth, flows o'er the oceans vast that stretch so tautly on our mother's swollen womb with dark and melancholy histories distending in a body's sullen soul by resonating peals; a paradox, a pox of reeling brews that ply …