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Beatrice Portinari

 eatrice Portinari In fear consume my heart.  The flames you cause Inside it and around it should spark fright Because their fierceness ought to give you pause. Be brave, though.  Let your mouth and heart find might To overcome the flame-shaped, tongue-shaped dread....

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee   ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’     2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold sway,...

The Rest is Silence

          The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...

To Be as One

           To Be as One He plunges in again, again, again. He plunges deep and long, a stretching time, Then pulls himself out, ready for the pain That isn’t pain, involving thrust and climb Towards the best.  Withdrawing is a part Of it, but not the beauty.  It is...

Letter to Gurdjieff

          Letter to Gurdjieff I’m sorry.  Daydreaming is good.  In fact, It is the most important part, the nth Of self-awareness.  Dreaming’s not the bract Of consciousness, but the root; not the plinth Invented for the brain-  and heart-filled bust...

I Wake and Find my Life Was Dreaming

 I Wake and Find my Life          Was Dreaming My dreaming makes reality unreal— The dreaming makes my daily life more dream Than actuality.  Then daydreams feel More vibrant than my life and make it seem A vanishing mirage, pastel and pale, Like watercolors spread...