Quarter too or The Virulent Value of Men we can’t be imprisoned only to lightfor in choices of darkness, we train there to fightto offer your life, the brave province of menwhat strange need to be needed to always defend!at the edge of each battle, at the brink of each end!in libations of blood in the 7 rite paints,I salute …

The First Quarter Sometimes life just takes us places, for a fated rendezvous of faces We talked and laughed through each infinite hour,we admitted which planets we meant to devour. We smoked hashish, sprinkled with shots,as we told all our stories, then connected the dots First, Joan of Arc rode across the bayou,sovereignty replied with mercy beaucoup. She ached and …

I’m No Princess or The Fledgling I chose the Chariot, it burns brighter than stars.When you’re on horizonYou can see it from Mars… Nets swish through my frontal lobeto catch a landlocked aquaphobehalfway around the eclipsed globe. empty, slosh in choppy water(I’m less a sister than no one’s daughter)Insights bled from alleged white blotterwhen hippies grooved that house on trotter. …

Confessions of a Lost Soul or The Birth of a Conciliatory Phoenix In my flowery flowing skirtI’ve been digging in life’s dirtNe’er do I fret, “Where do I begin” I dig in… I lost my life, my way, my chapel.all I have left? Metaphysical shrapnel. I lost decades of memories that really matterbecause looking back feels endlessly sadder. Riddled with …