15 May 2018

Hush George Redhawk


Hush she said and the woods were silent. The pitter-patter of raindrops a deafening sound covering her waning heartbeat. Hush she said and the rain softly subsided, an occasional drop on a leaf resounding like a thud in her head. Hush she said and the leaves ceased caressing the wind, their whispers fading into the rising dusk. Hush she said and the blood in her veins slowed tenfold until she could hear the drip like a background music to the occasional flap of wings of a cawing crow shaking off the rain. Hush she said and the darkness engulfed her with its palpable silence like a long forgotten and well-worn cloak. Hush she said her eyes finally closing, her soul softly embracing the dark night.


Reading of the short story: 

Wilderness – Adam Hurst



My lover’s dances

My lover’s dances

26 February 2017




My lover’s dances

They are petals of jasmine

White across black tar


My lover’s dances

They are mute conversation

Speech all red matter


My lover’s dances

They are the song of the lark

Singing through night bird


My lover’s dances

They are the wings of the hawk

Totem swoops on seas


My lover’s dances

They are the heartbeat ancient

Of void and matter


My lover’s dances

They are the blue symphony

Of purple blooming


Reading of the poem: 


The Hierophant – Ben Leinbach

Je revis le trépas d’un sein qu’on engorge / I revisit the death of a breast that is choked

Je revis le trépas d’un sein qu’on engorge

(Poème écrit en Alexandrin sous forme de sonnet occitan. Voir traduction ci-bas ou ici)

24 février 2017

Courtesy Christian Schloe


Dans une vision tonneau chercher grands horizons

Un tour de cœur refaire pour un monde visiter

Créer un monde de beau au-delà des chansons

Désillusions défaire pour cœur ressusciter


Tenir au doigt l’anneau feux sacrés étalons

Un cœur rouge à parfaire de nacre à imiter

Cygnes graciles là sur l’eau ; leur pure beauté hélons

Rouge dans blanc fait roseau bleu spleen à limiter


Dans clairière endormie je vaquais aux besognes

Sous un ciel de lilas qui me prenait à gorge

Refaite taxidermie lasse livrée aux charognes


Je revis le trépas d’un sein qu’on engorge

Pilule hyperthermie pour cœur qui par trop cogne

Marchand de rêves sépias belles couleurs qu’on égorge


Lecture du poème: 

Les roses blanches – Berthe Sylva

I revisit the death of a breast that is choked

(Translation of a poem written originally in Alexandrin verse in Occitan Sonnet form in French. See original above or here)

24 February 2017

Courtesy Christian Schloe


In tunnel-like vision look for great horizons

A tour of heart remake for a world to visit

Create world of beauty beyond the simple songs

Disillusionment lose for Heart to Resurrect


To hold at finger ring sacred fires measures

A red heart to perfect mother-of-pearl to mime

Graceful swans on water; Their pure beauty we’ll hail

Red in white made a reed for blue spleen to limit


In a sleepy clearing, I set about my task

Under a lilac sky that seized me at the throat

Renewed taxidermy delivered to carrion


I revisit the death of a breast that is choked

A hyperthermia pill for heart that beats too much

Merchant of sepia dreams lovely colors slaughtered


Reading of the poem: 

The Waiting Hour – Human Drama

Blue kingdoms my fleet

Blue kingdoms my fleet

16 December 2016




The light in the mind

Two of kind

Blood rewind

A twin bird from a dark cell

Ripping cage corners



Brittle Heart’s outcry

From the split

Of close knit

A chest breaking teeth to grit

Skies path candlelit




Kings respect

None to fret

We hasten to seconds met

Within Earthly Times



Mid of my circle

Riddled Pi

My mind’s eye

Takes me places where I lie

Within God’s bosom



Unveiled symphonies

Mind at ease

None to tease

Cradled lion on his knees

Master of the breeze



Final encounter

Your footstep

In Heartbeat

The bells ringing as we meet

Blue kingdoms my fleet


Reading of the poem: 


Closure – Arcana

Medea – Arcana

Lost in Time – Arcana

In Memoriam – Arcana

Icons – Arcana

God of the Winds – Arcana


Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees

Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees

2 October 2016

Courtesy Mirella Santana on


Pulse at jawline ring at temples

The anger rises in defeat

Designs in blue waves now compete

Child of chatter cheeks in dimples


Promise lost the paper crumples

Shards of splinters in my eye meet

Remnants of the yonder heartbeat

Trodden feelings deadwood samples


Reaching through the timeless spaces

Vain wane invented memories

Waking sleep for Earthen traces


Discovering the height of trees

Movements halted muddled laces

Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees


Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy menelwena on

Esbjörn Svensson Trio – Believe, Beleft, Below [ph. Noell S. Oszvald]

Esbjörn Svensson Trio – What Though The Way May Be Long

Esbjörn Svensson Trio – Reminiscence Of A Soul

Blood chalice

Blood chalice

13 September 2016



Three fourteen

Shortened rendering

Measured sigh

Breath of Pi

We broadened dainty patchwork

Fractals encircling


Silence grows

With the throbbing beat

In Heartpath

We renew

The old ways lost in the crude

Like trees in concrete


Regal cloaks

Flow from the shoulders

Of Elders

Walking nude

Revelation of the flesh

The delicate mesh


Painted frames

Of haunting descent

All the pains


They glisten in moonlit night

Awash in the light


The practice

Silver clad moons sight


The new flight

Precision of the target

On shores we forget


No malice

In heart of the child

Elm tree bends

Blood chalice

Carving through carmine lifetimes

Morrows twining suns


Reading of the poem: 


Aguae Universalis / Canto del Alma (432Hz) – Flavia Vallega Krystael

Power coursing through my veins

Power coursing through my veins

5 August 2016

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Spreading beak

Welcoming sunshine

The lark chirps

Reaching peak

Towering above the days

The Heart the mind sways



Was but jester day


Of dark clowns

Greed envy hate ill that drowns

In blackened rivers


I float high

My wings Hearts’ vessels


Of Heart beats

Power coursing through my veins

Never corrupting


Reading of the poem: 

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Setting Me Free – Beth Hart