Migratory stories linger Across memories of a flowered love Not possessed of any human being But a fire like plutonium

Consumed Hazel blooms of arcing thunder Level me in awestruck wonder Bought and paid for by her touch Sinking in and swallowed up...

She was the first thought. Waking. Walking in the void. Image or idol or maybe a whisper. Voices. A melody across the deep. And so he...

Fever Pitch Fever pitching Voices rising Season for Witching Toiling, boiling, brewing Klaxons blaring, houses burning Stirred up all...

Moon-dripped reflections Fallen from favor The weight on these shoulders Still gazing at navels Plucking at strings In ivory chambers, I...

Sometimes things burn brightly for a time but are not meant to be permanent fixtures. Some are shooting stars and are not meant to be...

Is this path I'm on the correct one? And to whom am I connected? To what? What forces drive me onward? Are these memories worth holding...