Journal Entry (fragment)

It was one of those first, late summer mornings where the wind blew a little stronger, a little colder. It sounded like a snake coming through the grass and brought with it that biting melancholy of past life. And I thought of the rose mallows withering and being reborn in the marsh down the road. And I thought of you. Withering and being reborn in my mind.

Last Sleep (fragment)

It now appeared,

venturing forward.

To reclaim

its final form.

Skin 

draped over her face

a silk cloth

sleeping. 

Tufts of cotton 

hair

a baby

sleeping.

Winter leaf

curled

in nights womb

sleeping.

A mind

awake

in a body

sleeping.

The Great Burn

I saw lightning

in the Earth.

It was my skin.

The heat fell away 

with the sun

as it retreated

into the hills

and left behind

my dried out hide.

One rise, one fall

a whispered rumble,

the last remnant

of a great burn.

The Heart

In the cavity

of kept secrets

I could not 

speak aloud

that the head 

could not recollect,

that the heart knew

totally.

Kept me indebted

to the body

that bared the burden

of my mind.