Desert Rain

Masses swept up in a frenzy of feeling Words forgotten, or whispered on the edge of touch Sensation a ruler over the valley walked in shadow

Porch Light

The light is onRain falls heavy from an inkblot skyEyes watch broken glass for secrets reflectedHands caress age-dusted papyrus, seeking an answerBlood falls fresh from a wound opened each day anewEarth drinks deeply of the sanguine dropsBrief fire in the sky sets an aching heart aflameA matchstick extinguished; a forest on fireVoices on the wind... Continue Reading →

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