I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.

16 July 2010


She is arched
over the earth.
She is black
and her body
is made of stars.

Her long hair
drapes her shoulders
like smooth dark wings.
Her fingertips
are extended
touching the ground.

My friend Geb,
old earth god, he
is who loves her.
Between them,
good kind parents,
they hold us safe.

Their wisdom
is very old
yet they are new.
They are new
every day
as the sun is.

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