Monday, December 15, 2014


The way of Aurouran winds
Pushing laden clouds like
Destiny was braided with 
dandelions into your curls
But really it's just a Monday
And you had your coffee
And you've got shit to do
Before a yawn, and the end 
of this short Winter day.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Thoughts on a dead astronomer...

Did her fever-ravaged middle years
Prevent her from a doting husband
And a sticky child
Or did she love like me,
Only quietly, hidden, 
a seed buried In a grape,
Her map hidden by daylight.
I am impressed with her name
And her ability to read the 
Naked face of stars.