Collaboration

I would build a collaboratory
if I could…
if you would…
Isn’t that the substance of
our relationship to G-d?

There starfish would dance with
sundials over milkweed groves.

What would say the witchs’ dell?
That “nary a whisper would
whimper ‘where to? where to?'”

And what says the merry,
Faring well? “Blesseth be
the sky, so true, so true
For only it enraptured
bequeaths ‘got you. got you.'”

Collaboration

Music

Spin-a-whistle
I hand the horn
to you.
Did you know
you're in the band?

We play together
Your words
and
Mine
Here on the page
the Notes
c
  a
    s
      c
        a
          d
            e
through the air
the ground
rounding out the noise
of
the
heart
Music

Propulsion

Prisms or palaces
the star-kissed view
pulls then propels
my vision forward.

I never write like this
lovesick
heart wrecked
dimmed from
then through
tunnels soaked
In this a prison
of no One’s making
I sit star-kissed
I hope in your view.

Propulsion