I came upon a man adept at knowing For he walked the way the wind was blowing And at his waist, the jug he carried chanted He said the wind was glad his wish was granted I don’t believe you How can you know what’s true? We walked through fields and saw a harvest growing [...]

When my head stops sensing pillow And the soft light of the bedroom blurs, From the edges to the middle A stream begins to flow. A melody of twisting laughter; Reeds and strings in winding harmonies; A flow of words, delicate and artful; Organic splashes lapping at the edge of space. Coalescing in the darkness [...]

Something grows, forges ahead Strung like a bow across her lap Forges ahead; a tidal flow Across her lap all power invested Tidal flow for the heavenly wed All power invested in mingling blood

As I let go it ends. An instant—too small to measure —holds me with bated breath. In the beginning; before I embrace the Next Step.

Now I lay me down to sleep, Ready for a journey to a distant land. I have seen the faces of fellow travelers; Some, wrought into twisted gargoyles of pain, By terrors swimming up from the deep. Others with serene lids closed, Sleepy pastimes To pass by safely, asleep.

400 leaves swirl with giddy loops, A human sized conglomerate crossing the street; A temporary entity.

A world I have made, in miniature form Static lightning and sneeze sized blizzards Plague the people I rule

Poor thing I think she’s sleeping Even though it’s getting late I’ll just nudge her gently So she can learn her fate

Bind all the prisoners; do not Let them seek release. Foxes see, but don’t give chase A somber flock of geese

I’m a big fan of Charles Aznavour, so I thought I would attempt to translate one of my favorites, “Et Pourtant”.