River's Edge A mote of finest cosmic dust Shimmering in the starlight glow Trembling on the edge of a ripple Thrust along the river's flow Languishing in dark repose I feel the air begin to quiver A breath and then at last the fall The subtle touch and final tittle Warm exhalations caught on strings Of webs we'd weave to catch our dreams Hungry for the thunder's voice To set loose the path of lightning's choice And see in raindrop, see in sky A mighty bow that tints the eyes

I prefer the dirt and the darkness Hidden under, hunched Buried in freshly fallen leaves By the pit I'm swallowed up Elder things of...

SINKING IN Tell me what these pieces mean Intrusive thoughts and sordid dreams Truths uncovered in our sleep Urges lurking underneath...

Why do we continue fighting? Life seems to want to find a way, to preserve itself, to keep us going even when we feel like giving up. Is...

So much of our world is manufactured, if not by the political and financial forces around us than by our own minds. We sometimes get lost...

Is this path I'm on the correct one? And to whom am I connected? To what? What forces drive me onward? Are these memories worth holding...