God in heaven, peasant on earth, Clawing dirt for cheap gold, silent or whining. But on a day akin to the past, I cease to perspire and stand to rise again. On up, I climb: clutching, fumbling, walking, suffering, succeeding. Closer to the peak, the apex, I fly like Dante for freedom. O where artRead more

There is a place, a hidden place, Of artful perfection and masterful harmony. Towering trees enamour the fierce heavens As mountain ranges dance on the horizon, As heavy waves yonder kiss the burning coastlines, As one sits in the center, like a lotus, In a glade, a pasture, a space, ad infinitum, Chaliced with emptyRead more

Interpellate or hail me, whichever act you choose, I will remain—I am remaining—symbolizing for you.   My name is Millions. My names are many. Call me an adjective, a verb, a lexicon, a curse. Or signify me as a tree, an industry, perhaps that Method of practice, or artifice of doctrine. In fact, say yourRead more

Hear the Angelus toll amidst discourse and ruckus, those who hear the consecutive high note to low note, On each half-hour of each old day, sonic hammerings for fifteen times to remind and remember the revenues and lanes.   When the clock strikes twelve (or one hand consistent on twelve, the other on any number),Read more