Welcome, and thanks for stopping here to read selections of my original poetry and prose. Only half my art is here. As you browse my puppets, words if you will, think of them as empty hulls whose dance and form are only animated in Play through my vocal conveyance of their characters and via my direction of their tone. Lyric to the ears, its whole message soon appears, in thus the conjuring of ancient daemons deep within to combat the evil ones brought up infernal by the Craft of ages can be our stage tonight.

On this blog the theme is AWAKENING and how Revelation is not some story plural in a Book but supposed to be one of yours in this lifetime. Here in verse I share with you my inquiry to which has bonded Muse.
YOUR STORY IS THE STORY. Their horsie four so full of holes they named that way just to have a laugh. Revelation and Creation coincide, they never stopped. A daily occurrence in a Live Show me is true Prophesy which I assure you, smells nothing like a library book, and for which no innocents are ever killed. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you copy it to heart.

First night Back on Ocracoke

There is only warm goldlight
and plunge pitch dark here
and then vacant space where just was
continuous coconut cocktail breeze
Barechested bronzeboys emerge
on bike from darkness
ride past fast
watch our toes their tires go!
Just beyond
our Florence Nightingale lanterns swing.
Skateboarders sound far
and then sear ears and gone.
Just pure Elements left
when you your circle defend
the Island home.

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