The Whirled As We Know It

100_0365In flames of tired contradictions
and spins of power lies
to find an oasis of longing reprieve
and ease our tear filled eyes. Continue reading


Eulogy for Leonard Cohen, in Two Parts


Part One:::Bardian Angel

Leonard Cohen sang, oh, so softly,
in basement suites of nineteen sixty seven,
reassuring dreams for love so sweet,
on earth, below starlight and heaven.

Teenaged time unravelled with uncertainty,
between the sheets and war on fire,
answers were elusive, and sad at times,
searching  laws and trails of desire.

Moaning called our hearts in the mourning,
gave us coffee at the brinks of noon,
we would never catch all of his poems,
the lock key, his silver spoon. Continue reading