Today,
go undivine...

Have not crossed the street
in many years...

It was more than
I could take...

It is autumn
grapes are bleeding...

A hoot at midnight
goes challenging the deaf...

What a long friendship with
moon...

Does it stir you,
a body bag...

How can you unsee an etched wound?
The name will tell the moon...

Enemy was within;
invisible...

That was unscarred night.
The full moon was rising...

A little death comes every day
for the lost age...

A calling from zietgeist;
when a flute versus beast...