Unknowable Agnosticism Worldly Atheism Tudor Anglicanism Sun-loving Atenism All-theistic Baha’ism Ritualistic Roman Catholicism Thought-controlling Celestial screenplayism Spiritual-healing Christian Scientists Social Justice Confucianism Rational Deism Nature-worshipping Druidism Kabbalistic Hasidism Greek Hellenism Karmic Hinduism Life-affirming Jainism Egyptian Kemetism Five-solas Lutheranism Polygamous Mormonism Satirical Pastafarianism Ecstatic Pentecostalism Black-empowering Rastafarianism Hedonistic Satanism Otherworldly Shamanism Japanese Shintoism 5-k’s Sikhism Mystical Sufiism Mongol ..read more

Such lovely ladies, All of them!   Such lovely ladies: Some teenagers, Some adults, Some middle-aged, some elderly.   Such lovely ladies: Some fair-skinned, Some dark-skinned, some oriental.   Such lovely ladies: Some wear short skirts, Some wear pants, Some wear shorts, Some wear swimsuits, some wear long, flowing robes.   Such lovely ladies; Spectral, walking through thick mists, in single file, entranced, Towards a well, Bearing water-filled buckets Buckets that leak, Unnoticed.   Such lovely ladies; Pouring empty buckets Into the well, Chanting monotonously; “We ca ..read more

The feeling is that the smell of deep space is patina green & sapphire Thai food purchased from a street cart. One Himalayan beauty is snowcapped, knitted hat eburnean as the steam within the glassen spires at the Holocaust Memorial, Union Street. We hear the source of the universe here & in the coquettish London bird with celadon - soothing tones on cassette saying mind the gap, northern line, Embankment stop, loudspeakers as soliloquy to the woman sitting on the same wooden bench each every day; his voice keeping her calm carrying her on while he's been gone. A token treasure, space ..read more

Under the spruce trees playing soft moss and feathery branches waving surrounded by the trees we children alive we were and sounded in the forests’ cheer Though dark things lurked they were for other days           the golden childrens laughter kept them all away. There were no omens behind those dark moving branches The sun was gentle then and softened every blow It was as though the moments had no breaking tides And never any reason                     to cry or die or lie ..read more

Spears of grass, do tears That fall for A male lover have a different Mass, can they be shaped From within. Dialogue between Nature and art, spirit and flesh. Walt Whitman had his hands On two different mirrors, arc of Swan's uplift reflected on water. Move towards perfection In his work and male Companions. Unresting Ballet of a poet's senses. Can tear with image of Lost lover be recalled  Who painted Michelangelo's Dream within the tear. Love without boundaries.  Organic as The compost Walt wrote about, Natural as daylight that  Astonished him. Michelangelo Created an aestheti ..read more

  When the deer gather in spring anxious to find fresh green grasslands will appear remembering last year lost of all its dreary news.  Looking forward to cool dripping days where the forest trembles in rain pouring to savour the first turn away from winter’s pain             and its sleeping charms.   ..read more

  Maps of the centuries, water-stained, some unreadable missing charts missing timelines.      The map of the last hundred years wears mended clothes with seams undone, patches, broken zippers stains of blood, war, and tears frightening spectres hanging over hills soiled with grime, lost years, fingerprints fading with each turn of the gyre.        Earth wears its scars with equanimity, naturally allows beauty in time to cover over, grow greenery, even the sands mould themselves into pleasing wind shapes.   Earth accepts its bodies to ..read more

Two singers in different dreams Attempt to wake sleepers, Do songs match. Which tears of time weigh More those Falling from the artist or Soldier of war. Shadows on ships  On Greek water, lyric songs carried Across waves. Stories on Land in oral form. Homer held Storm between his  Hands to reap it's excavation and To see his sleeping form In a dream, his face reflected In the tears of time-he whispered Stories. Did the closed eyes Of Zeus reveal themselves In the winds blowing in from The sea to a blind story Teller, wings without shadows. Route to Leda's shifting Form, Greece Homer ..read more

Branches in winter yet unfulfilled of shiny dreams; barren? Unknown the possibilities flowering; despairingly tired prospects lying dormant, unseeded gardens waiting…..          Waiting for worlds unfolding fresh oceans so blue the light itself drinks the real and true that has no hanging shadows     the push through walls     the flashing the rearranging     the coalescing     the blind seeing the deaf hearing     the parched world beginning to sing past the thirst of dying to living past the faded tracts of time ..read more

His stomach is growling.   ROARING more like.   Parched is his throat-beyond parched. It’s burning.   All around him; water: sparkling, fizzling water. Tempting, beckoning.   At the pool’s edge stands a tree, its branches hanging close to the pool, dangling pears, bananas, apples, pomegranates, and even chicken wings plus sausages! Tempting, beckoning.   So close, so tempting. Can’t resist the urge anymore…   He bends his head. Thin, empty air. No water. Dry is his swimsuit-clad body, very dry.   He reaches towards the food. His fingertips barely touch them ..read more