True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.

Learning to cultivate an awareness of the known and unknown within one's being often leads to a healthier and more realistic sense of self.

How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death. Horror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh we memorized tales of infinite good. -from The History Lesson

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.