if the world could be as i wished i stand on the wooden deck of schooner yawing amidst the stars i watch the moon watching me through the water and as it always has, my heart seizes it cannot beat and i cannot breathe as Luna has taken some part of me. the mainmast creaks [...]

something about early ocean exploration really jazzes me up – so i guess you can consider this an homage to erik the red. -p heart-hammer, blood banner you have called to your mountain peak a river of souls the madness that swept them westward across the seas still haunts us the body, mind, and heart [...]

the titular line got stuck in my head, so i wrote a poem around it. –p whomsoever owns the night works with the august moon as companion hears the wind whisper names and notes sees the cavalcade of phantoms and ghosts. whomsoever owns the night some supposed his name is hypnos and his robes shake [...]

wild boar rage mountain hammer hurl pounding ocean sex burning flag unfurled cautious dizzy dance drunken stumble through falling water lantern canyon led to you love in a green purple blue black swirl thrown to us from above our ocean world

warped wood by a calm river scattered moments from the arc of a life i wouldn’t say such a thing if it wasn’t as true as i could know it  silent snow, weirding the world in which we walk from my homely vantage i see a landscape quiet and solitary reflecting what i carry inside [...]

sink through the floor with me put your hands to the stone here, at least, is something real cold rock and long-abandoned bones walk in either dreams or woods not in this hollowness, our poor imitation no match for a spiderwebbed sky or the awe of earthly might who proclaimed it so who drew the [...]

i have no natural born brother no blood bond with another beating heart it is a rough, wild sea i ride and i wish it were we. in that faded, sun-gloried world where my mind sometimes lives i see your angular features your brown eyes, your wild hair. slow to anger, quick to laugh you [...]