dead lightscape
Where rainbows
begin to flow
Every flower
will grow
Torn stocking,
parlor game
Just someone
without name
Ameba sunrise in the East
drinking blood with a priest
Fate is looking down
with a clown’s crown




sparrow army

Behind the waterfall there is a cave,
filled with the bones of things best left dead

Upon this place,
when did the last lowly human foot tread?

“One sparrow, two sparrows, a hundred more, blotting out all the arrows,”
the blind corpse said

A night will fall when it will come for you,
and every drop of life you bled

Above photo art by Sandy Bernstein Poem photo by Paul Angelosanto