a dream of theater and preaching
stopped my day cold
before it began

and in brown sugar
I hid and in a screen of light
I hid and in your gaze

I will not hide nor will I be
inside your stone tower
or in your heart

Right Now

though the wood would not burn
you sucked bitter sweetness
right down gullet

into belly and pulsating
outwards through limbs and right
out of digits

illuminating space around
your sparkling geode and your colorful eye
your tinctures and your candlesticks

holy bitter sweetness
that is life not as obvious
as one might hope

but true as every written word
inducing faith and passion
holy bitter sweet love

by Emily Dickinson

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.

asked by a stranger on FB
are you TG or GG?
feeling flattered and freaked
and assuredly fabulous

humility
what is that called
candle still burns