How do you like to make love?
Oh my soul How I do love you Yet at times too it seems I am such a novice Learning yet how to even court How to hold you close…
Oh my soul How I do love you Yet at times too it seems I am such a novice Learning yet how to even court How to hold you close…
Is it not in fact the womb of Earth’s ancient and primeval salty oceans that are the birthplace of our own blood and tears of joy or of grief through…
Oh—there are so many things I want to know but today I am moved with a fear and so my curiosity is small and narrow I want to know—How can…
Here, then, is the cross that you and I that we are hung upon, is it not? Can we trust this awakening scratching for release from inside the egg’s shell…
I heard a poem call my name today while walking an isle at the grocery store It subtly invited my attention the way a half-remembered dream becomes whole only if…
I have sought, longed desired and craved to be many things other than I am Heroic champion of the suppressed and suffering World changer of narrow tribal religious and political…
I am not foolish enough to say “No”
To refuse such an intimate invitation
for my eyes and heart to make love with a tree