Poem 1


Micheal asked me

are you more afraid

For having not read

Than having read

And i

Would send me



Into the formless former

Of poetry

Seeing myself bleed

Crimson and gold and blue


Just to be

Prince of the muses


Just to be

a moment eternal


Just to be



Poem 2


My poems

Are not mine

This raw life

Is to be lived



This experience is shared

The yellow face smiling

The moonlight


The crickets chirp

Raw beatitude of wind

Blue wind

On dark pink skin


My poems are

Not a stopping place

These poems are

Reverential for silence

Quietly singing


Be in God

Be the poem