Night Conquers Me . . .
Night conquers me with delicate numbness and slow,
poetry
Circles
Would Saturn's rings be apt to slip a cog
Lines on a Platonic Friendship
Virtue was the sunset creeping in the grass
Woodcut Fiddlehead
The Tree of Life
Love and compassion
In the Eye of the Sun
In the Eye of the sun is the land of wonder.
Les Pas (After Paul Valery)
Your steps, of my own silence bred,
There is one wild night
There is one wild night we build our grave
Poem
In vain you build your wood of words
Poem
the fear of death
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