every morning i wake, i wake surprised. that life appears again with each opening of these eyes. that eyes arise with opening of each day. that when both close, all i’s fall away.
Lotus
Lotus Gurgling sounds woke me — (perhaps I needed to pee?) — the sink had filled with water abundant enough to spill out onto the floor and flow in a sacred stream under the bathroom door. In this lucid dream within a dream I rose from your father’s bed and followed the trail to you, my son, a lotus blooming …
Rapture
I have had a new poem, Rapture, published in Deep Water Literary Journal. This fabulous new journal seeks to “become a haven for those who write about and produce artworks interpreting Darkness, whatever that may mean to the creator of the work”. Their first issue for the year is themed ‘Loss’ – it contains some fantastic artwork, fiction, and poems. You …