Wednesday, November 21, 2012


what a vista
the amalgam field is a branch of celestial communication 
channeling the fierce waterways
drifting windswept tidal satellites ladle the length 
a malleable abounding clay so moist, smooth, and ravishing
on this I found a dousing stone
a bright sign of sunset 
spirit quartz sings through crystal bowls
contacting the inner most decibels of infinite sound 

Thursday, November 8, 2012


I heard fancy curse, now the door is agape
bengal snow talons and rock crystals swallow muddy earth
clamor locked in by the sheath of high tide
silvery midnight
a curtain tail of disbelief
jabs fair and gentle and tender 
falling horse clams, a type of hail swatter
clementine liquor bright 
effable eye cockle
it will happen slower 
after the marine design is finished I promise
grey hearts will willingly open