Shadows on the Wall

Body black and born of fire, he flits
And flickers and folds. His step without
A sound, his sight without a gaze, he sweeps
And strides across the floor … More Shadows on the Wall

The Pariah

The pariah dons A porcelain smile, Cracked at the corners, Where his clay lips Fall as gentle As the morn, piece By piece. He walks In costumes cut From the same cloth That holds you Close. While it welcomes And warms you, The thread rubs his shoulders Raw. The pariah Stares out of two sinkholes … More The Pariah

Alone in Company

I spent a year In a pixie’s garden Where winter washes Over the lilacs In a wave of crystal frost, And summer surges In the heavy, humid air With the bustle Of a thousand bees Filling their combs past the brim. And always Nestled in the shade Of an oaken giant, Cloaked in shadow And … More Alone in Company