In my head this cruel unspeakable truth: that we battled and we cursed and we spilled each other’s blood, we relished our taste of hell and strangled heaven’s love.

First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?

Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.