A Couple Of Poems From:

Acting My Age

Here You Are

You are a flute

played by the loving breath

of a boundless, endless universe.

 

You are the music

and you are the dance,

- every sound the divine sound.

 

You are the waves and particles

of light at play.

 

Remember yourself

and know

that you have never

left

the garden.

 



WHO NEEDS ALIENS?

I understand why we create
books about werewolves.
movies about zombies,
TV shows about vampires.

We are trying to believe
there could be something
more monstrous than man.

 

 

 

 

 

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