Nigerian Lobster Coffin, Institute of Art, Minneapolis, MN

With autumn always comes for me a dark night of the ego...

Enjoy:

Hallow's Resurrection

Starting again,

All fires are the same:

Spirit, quiet in the flammable

Til ticked off by some ugly word.

Or turned on by some

Beautiful young girl,

Some untouchable, unsexy young girl.

A flame lives silent,

All day hidden in dry bush,

Dormant

As fallow fields,

But it returns as light

Like a dream begging for attention.

Your demon, your fantasy – fire is both.-

The Darkness Light Brings

Early morning

but the half moon is high and white in

an early autumn sky.

It tells of a passing

from night into day,

and the spirit that lingers from dreams into waking.

Watching us, a second sun -

lighting a path from the unseen.

The light darkness brings

is meant to be swallowed.--

doorway, Chicago, IL