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She moved through the ghostly realms
of snow dreams,
until she reached the secret place
where they were born
She held the snowflakes up in her hands
and gazed into them,
until their little dream mirrors
melted through her fingers…
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Sometimes she wondered
if he remembered her exile...
Perhaps his memori...

Another breath, another day
Another step along the way,
Through veils of sprinkled moments tread
The unborn and the living dead,
Upon the road to who knows where
To see if they are welcome there,
Another pause, another tear
Another taste of unknown fear.


Another poem, another choice
Another unknown poet’s voice,...

Behind an old portrait of yesterday lay hidden in the frame
A letter written long ago in goose quilled liquid flame,
In words of velvet texturing, and deftly painted rhyme
From heart to heart it carried love, so long ago in time,
The poet was a humble man, deep crafted by his age
And the lady in the picture acted on a different stage,
For she was mo...

Across the sand, across the night
I watched the rain clouds glowering flight,
As everywhere in wind stitched rain
A scarlet moon cast down it’s stain,
Embroidering the seashore’s shade
With silver filigrees that played,
Illuminating everywhere
The dream cast silken shining air.


Across the night, across the bay
A s...

With my bedspread on the floor again I wandered through the night
To where those ink stained messages were written black on white,
And I struggled in suspension, as my dreams were transposed there
Like thoughts of sleeping wakefulness adrift upon the air,
And though each word meant nothing to me, they were knitted into being
Like poetic composition...