dream of a black rabbit
My dream returned like a late crescent moon riding high over placid waters. A black rabbit hidden by his own shadow: still, in the grass at the edge of the road. My ship came home... More »
My dream returned like a late crescent moon riding high over placid waters. A black rabbit hidden by his own shadow: still, in the grass at the edge of the road. My ship came home... More »
Alone, I write, practice music, compose on the computer and make colorful graphic things. I cook chickpeas and lentils and record my experiments for sharing. I blog. meditate and practice guru yoga. I imagine all... More »
I have walked all around town to the places i've been But no one I've met has seen my mala. A woman in on store said she prayed to Saint Anthony. She liked the sound,... More »
The dead speak for them selves. Insects in the ossuary, The gentle encroachement Of lichen on the Marble The absense of Your presence. Banish the notion that All of us will perish. Hold fast your... More »
On mornings without pain, I rise and walk Along grey water's edge before the dawn I ask the sea and sky, "where have you gone?" We used to walk together and we talked. All by... More »
What Day was it when the cracked star fell, Spitting embers into the coal dark sky? That night became an ambulance howling, and dawn filled the empty grave with rain. We stood among strangers in... More »