Author Archives: urbansonnets

Writing as probing is never a new science or technique when thoughts flex like snails, crawling in trails and sloughing down a glue trace on the arrebol tiles with gold sails: There is a message on the watershed in hidden letters of fishscale that… Continue reading →

With flowers to flank its privileged placement, Paradise, above and beyond the horde, is constructed despite the defacement of a landscape in which savage hues soared: A mask with a toothless grin looks faceless as it’s tacked onto the collective … Continue reading →

With a whetted whistle to pierce the air, I begin to cut the gentle fabrics that breeze between me and the single chair that sits in the woods before the sap leaks: Enter the house at the end of the wood; coax on each light unilumined for years ; … Continue reading →

I know that my dreams are alive and well when I look out and see the yellow flames, dancing in the shadows of the wall, tell of the spirits in our corporal frames: They stay with us like light lingers at night, resting on threads spun by other sen… Continue reading →

How does one bring the truth out of oneself when smiling faces play games on concrete and vanity seeks to couple itself, when time fuses into eyes, hands and feet?: The eye is a charm on a medallion; the golden cataracts ripple upstream; there are… Continue reading →

The internal horizon is the most expansive; its inside-eye insight flails across form and floods into the stretched coast where castles are pitched with Masonic pails: I throw mango pits from the balcony, from the Eye inside the palm of my heart, … Continue reading →