Nothing Is Love
Nothing IS Love two people I love most in this world appear, in turn to tell me… we must part we must part grief begins…
Category: Art
OUR REDEEMER: A Vision
We are all feeling that our time is out of joint and that something must change, as alarm calls sound louder every day. Given these…
Anima & Chthonic Mother
A VideoPoem In 1995, steeped in the mysteries of anima, I wrote this poem and at last have created a small artwork. ANIMA &…
Poetry of Making Poetry of Death
These poems are a personal disclosure of intensely intimate experiences with Kundalini that both broke down my personality and transformed it. The poems of the…
Intrusion of the REAL
One of the most difficult aspects of my writing is to bring to language what I had experienced at the “threshold”. I have written several…
Threshold
There is a general recognition that we are near a singularity, a point of no return, and many are working towards a “linguistic” way (the…