Darkness bites a quarter chunk Out of Harvest Moon Whittling pink, pale flesh Down to size Down to size Down to size Streams of moonbeams Dribble down his chin As I feel My penance start My darkness follows suit Down deep inside Down deep inside Down...

Inside the perfect purple trumpet streaked with lilac pink Glittering drops of dew wash flowery veils of velvet sink Psychedelic gramophone speaker hums with poetry There nutritious nectar feeds the hungry bumblebee Gathering pollen for his poem, he...

I stumbled across this today and it sure takes me back. I've been thinking a lot about my mountains lately. It seems that when the fall of the year rolls around and the woods are on fire, I get a yearning to go home. These is where I come from, this...

There is a special reserve I keep for the dull and dismal hours When the cold rain beats on my window pane and the milk of kindness sours The memory is of friendship cherished far beyond the grave A certain face that has its place in every treasured...