Old Poetry

A stolen stillness sinks into the stale water,
Swayed and weighed like submerged paper,
Just to realize it was never still to begin with.

1/31/10
Corvallis, OR

Floating across an open tundra i drift
into a place where my dreams and my nightmares collide
A soul in transit like painted carnations
blur across the page and seep red light
And I soak up the rain.

12/12/09
Yreka, CA