Saguaro’s walking up the side of

displaying dwarf palm trees,rocks and dirt.Landscapes being viewed by a poet,watching as they live again inpoems of a mind.

images, soiling thoughts with blackened memories ofabuse.Left in corners through the years, neglected spacesof harm and hurt.Watching them rise and find their ways into poems to be read in silent loneliness.

A lifetime of wonderful experiences set deeply in memory’s mindful tranquility.

Leaving openness to sooth itself within parameters of explicit language.Sirens blasting through intelligence, anchoring every word to sentences of informative intuition, belonging to a special league initiated beyond intellect.

anything I think of out of the ordinary.Sololy following edges of night into the daylightof next mornings, without thoughts to contrarypredicaments.

Loving to traverse through all the visions, knowing the impressions by heart and wishing at times that I could go back and relive some of them.