Why I Support Tulsi Gabbard’s Bid for President

The 2020 Presidential Election is only six months out. Before long, political ads and propaganda will descend on us like swarms of locusts. The sky will soon grow dark and for this reason, I believe it may be especially helpful to review the lay of the land. When election season begins in earnest, we will…

Letter Fragments on the Evolution of Consciousness

Editor’s note: I found a tattered scrapbook from which I was able to save the following fragments from letters addressed to “Monique” by one “Folio.” What I could discern, I have transcribed for the sake of readers for whom these ideas may hold interest. Folio to Monique. In these words that you wrote, there is…

Poem: “But now the starry conferences adjourning”

Deep-furrowed like a brow in mourning The dark has held me fast and tight While majestic beings ponder And deliberate my mortal plight. But now starry conferences adjourning Dispersing with the ebb of night At once the firmament is cleft asunder By the angel of the morning light. And on new born pinions of the…

Poem: “Living tabour, singing chime”

Now to you I sing: O! heart, Ceaseless weaver of the time You also never fail to temperately keep Tireless of foot, lithe of love of rhyme Living tabour, singing chime The skies you sound and also wed The Heavens to the Earth and Oceans deep The limbs your bark, your captain head, The seas…

Poem: “Firstborn of Creation: Light”

Firstborn of Creation: light Longs for death in darkness and rebirth as sight The ancient wind that onetime swirled and sung Through stars and nebulae when worlds were first begun Now wafts as breath and fills this being’s lungs And fire, sacred primordial fire Onetime spanned the ancient sky And smelted gold of Apollo’s lyre…

Sonnet (12): “Therefore, send me…”

“Behold! Upon the Earth the mists arise As faceless legions that emerge in throngs Confounding speech and stifling song And lo! A creature, poor, despised Stumbling, confused by engines of demise Stranded in a season she does not belong Abandoned by her ancient gods since long Departed thence to seek more temperate skies— “Therefore, send…

Two Winter Poems

In the midnight of the world When time reposes in itself And silence swallows up our words The void is pregnant with tomorrow A secret hidden in the darkness A prophecy concealed in lines “Eat the book,” the angel says “And in the darkness read the signs.”     The lamp is hid beneath a…