Writing Poetry 77 It happens like this. Suddenly we are peering into the center where possibility emerges. The call to manifest the word gets too insistent to...
Wild Woman sometimes I imagine I am a frontier woman lost from my wagon train wandering starving sucking the sweet tips of wild chives grubbing under the...
One or Two Things 1 Don't bother me. I've just been born. 2 The butterfly's loping flight carries it through the country of the leaves delicately, and well...
Some Questions You Might Ask Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl? Who has it, and who...
Arriving Washing my hands in the rain sky umbrella of ease in my light step not thinking of anything so I can love you. The road is slippery and wet and a crow...
Pillow Talk Whatever the heart says in you is a good thing. A thing that can only be said because it did not lie to you. Being that attentive and vulnerable ...
Summer Evening Back Of The House The sun is slanting her body upon my eyelids. Light turns into a woman about this time of day and starts to undress herself in...
I Saw Two Lovers I saw two lovers speaking through the open mouth of God. And I saw there was one heartbeat passing between them like the very touch of love. A...
Death’s-head Hawk Moth In the late evening entering my study, I click the trigger of light. An electric gunshot exposing the instant flash of my room. What...
[Unable to display image] After The Storm The last rain squall echoes into silence. Then the first sound heard Is a lone bird-call, then a chorus of light ...
Evening Song - 24 This evening I am a cloud tracing my disappearing body over the sun. The moon is my reclaimed land. Should I cling to it? or should I depart...
Writing Poetry 76 We do not write poetry. We allow ourselves to be poems. What gets written is the taste of our experience-- an experience that we live in...
BEAUTY By Walter Russell If I were asked to write in one word the predominating passion of evolving man, I should unhesitatingly write the word "Beauty." To me...
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive. Jump into experience while you are alive! Think...and think...while you are alive. What you call 'salvation'...
(Chorus) Ah moving up (we're coming together) Jah, Jah Children them a moving up Ah moving up (we're coming together) Jah, Jah Children them a moving up Let's...
THE NIGHT TRAVELER Passing by, he could be anybody: A thief, a tradesman, a doctor On his way to a worried house. But when he stops at your gate, Under the...
TECUMSEH I went down not long ago to the Mad River, under the willows I knelt and drank from that crumpled flow, call it what madness you will, there's a...
LILIES I have been thinking about living like the lilies that blow in the fields. They rise and fall in the wedge of the wind, and have no shelter from the...
The February issue of The Divine Animal features groundbreaking contemporary painting, photography, poetry, fiction and essays with erotic content, and that...
How, Where and When: How can Love be measured? Is it nine months of caring, Eighteen years of knowing, That fulfils the first requirement of Love? Is it in a...
My poems were a bit more "spooky" back in the 90's! The Inevitable There was a ding dong in Hong Kong And there was soon ricocheting effects Felt by many the...
REMEMBER ME when you greet the sun remember me messenger of ra daughter of the moon keeper of the rainbow seven builder of time and words gatherer of truth ...
January Issue of The Divine Animal Now Online The January issue of The Divine Animal deepens our focus on publishing literary erotica of the highest quality....
Muse Unclothed I cannot linger in lakes of anguish nor drown in oceans of raging regret Beyond stormy sorrow’s dark horizon a searing sun of living passion...
Greetings insightful ones...thought I'd say a little hello before I posted. Although Sharon and I have never met, it seems that we are old souls and have...
THE PALACE OF LISTS Where are we hiding our weapons of the heart? In the heartland or here, in the north, where the racked deer - those tan harts - are safe...
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice - though the whole house began to tremble ...
WHY YOU CAN'T SLEEP The moon is angry because you are afraid of the dark because you have forgotten to praise the stately dimensions of the dark neglected the...
