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 Charlotte died. I began to write.

Step back. I step back from today. Stepped back as far as I could And slipped into a chasm Falling, I see many, many roads Intersecting with time and space Colliding Colluding with reality Gone from my life for now. Air of yesterday rushing against my back Face turned upward Searching for the compass

If ever the time comes, and I say I will stay Search your heart for your truth It’s really all that matters We cross-fire like twisted circuits And the blue spark, arcs across the distance and charges us Like the dancing, jagged lightning out the northern window The winds approach from the East And an east wind bodes poorly If in the path, run, or stay. Turn to Western skies, the sun sets fairly On the Mother Earth as she rotates She spins like our hearts and minds. If ever the time came, whe...

The first press comes this November Golden elixir brought in from the valley To the storehouse The fruit Developed Ripened Ready to be pressured and pressed Yielding the golden amber oils The pages build in the Tuscan landscape Words pouring forth from the heart The fiber wraps around the newly planted seeds. Flesh populating on the vine Growing Nourished Developing now Pouring now from tapping fingers And slender pen Golden elixir oil from the soul. Harvested Not on common ground It has been...

Startling revelations of the worst type Cordite in the heavy and exhaust laden, stifling summer air Clanking and raking of stiletto heels Running to nowhere on caked metal fire escapes Muffled sex through paper thin walls Pacifiers on grimy floors The infant wails Maury Povich says “goodnight” Two floors up, Estachio is not behaving as his name suggests While Chiara’s world goes dim through swollen eyes Scraping table legs scratch over curled linoleum The glass of Cavit Pinot '02 shall not be...