2007 March:

2007 February:

2007 January:

2006 November:

2005 September:

Sunfield of bubbles
lazy on a day
jerry-rigged with sudden yelps

tomcats and shovels
gentle pounds of hay
the love lies so subtle
just gesturing, coddling
and primping with faith

As seven jail cells are burning
beyond 3 green mounds
under a sky rent gray

the train that passes by
clanks like a mourner
run howling astray

but then if this is merry gone round
maybe well live
to see
the place of fate