Painting Pain – Feeling
The dull gripping throb of my constant reminder manifested yesterday into a brutally sharp explosive pain at the base of my spine.
Retreat from them / Hugging the new fire, scorching pain / Let me go
Out in a familiar place, the garage, with dust and concrete and a bare grey horizon./Dragonets like swallows nest in the alcove, a family.
Knots of wood with waves, and small dark places. / Places where the mind tells you that the world is fearsome.
My Childhood Keeper
My shoulders felt as though they carried an extra weight, a very large secret in fact. And in one fitful, feverish night, that secret final…
Nestling herself on her bed and crossing her legs she let her wings quietly envelope her./Reaching deep inside herself she touched upon her…
In the depths my eyes blink in a new world. I still feel the warmth of my father’s womb, but I no longer hear his steady breathing /…
Yes, I had wings, but so what? Are human beings so conceited now that they think there are no mysteries left in the world?
The Music and The Dark
Secretly knowing the heartstrings by touch
So like green flame did she waver, but unlike fire she produced no lasting embers
Before my eyes the hellish hound / I greet the moon on this last round
I fade away / The world unknown / Lost in the atoms of space and mind.