She had eyes And feathers around her head And when she breathed She startled the bed She had no dreams but Her life turned on the dawns And she gave her thoughts To those first few yawns. Oh but I … Continue reading →

On a day of placid sunshine Ripstop, Pennyloose and Free Sat outside the dappled door Of their home in Tuscany. I would build a zillion towers And fill them all with gold Ripstop said and yawned a yawn That asked … Continue reading →

In pain the dawn on wounded knees does reach To find itself the parent of a day And like a mute who has been asked to preach Does spread its arms in silence all the way Up to the blue … Continue reading →