Greetings to all, I have been a bit distracted from my posting while finishing two new poetry books, Noesis and Northern Moons. I hope to
Étoile
I dance solo, caught In decoyed whispers of Relativity hid within My own sacred mystery, A tender étoile gracelessly Contrasted by repressed Empathy, I seek
Flexion
The contralateral flexion Defining my inwardness delivers Me into deeper consciousness Merging zero mass insights With subterranean currents seeking Least resistant flow paths around Otherwise
Primordial
Our minds probe Beyond nature’s fane Cloistered in linear Shadows amongst Red pines or cryptically Crafted into epeiric Seas where wings Dauntlessly skim atop Cresting
Noesis
My thoughts are coursed By flawed emotions striking A reveal of less committed Diligence facing setbacks I should have sidestepped Before crushing me with Ruthless
Broken Windows
This poem, from The Irreducible Primary, was originally posted a couple of years ago. In that span of time, our children are exposed to progressively