Ghosts in the Garden | Part III
the path wound lazily down – the garden behind us and here we stood – for here she had stopped the trees and the brush so dense in the night […]
the path wound lazily down – the garden behind us and here we stood – for here she had stopped the trees and the brush so dense in the night […]
Three, two, one. . . Music starting now The electric sky is cold tonight Ghosts stepping out all dressed in white The girls curtsy – the boys bow – One, […]
The Prelude to First Blood Why didn’t I just turn on the lights? When I was a child, my father might send me to the basement. Perhaps to retrieve an […]
I . . . I . . . I . . . I . . . I just don’t know where I should start anymore I drip from the pen […]
I put my hand to the tree I let my fingers fall across I feel the texture, the temperature, the contour It’s real. I know it, as I drag my hand […]
Click to watch and listen to this epic fractal animation as you read this poem. In the beginning, the Genesis of all When all was dark and nothing was There moved […]