“XXX THE QUALITY OF MERCY The sound of your pain begins like fingernails on glass (my heart the glass). I am inside your cold & loss. When will this sad piece stop? Perhaps I am a baffle? Perhaps I slo… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXI Potpourri This wreck of a body – a wilted mournful rose I still have a softness and a sweetness Press me between your… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXIX Love sends me out - shirt untucked A hunger, a fever leads My eyes A dry river A water witch I follow the… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXX THE QUALITY OF MERCY The sound of your pain begins like fingernails on glass (my heart the glass). I am inside your cold… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXV Muse The astronomer that begins to... train an instrument to one part of heaven because celestial math says another world will appear The… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXIII Memento Mori The Book is Writ So lift the cover! Run the race And be a lover. In hope, & love & faith… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXVI Potential Energy Its swimming in my cream and coffee and exploding with that first soft bite of the pencil – filling me as… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXII Taming the Oceans * Oceans crash incessantly on ragged coasts pass invisibly through earth and air And out again through the tiny rivers… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XVII The multitude feels the pull of the moon – each day the sun courses through heaven So swiftly run our days and we… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXXII Oh how wasting wicked age With ample awe and cold embrace will swell And cover all As Frost at harvest slowly climbs &… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXIV Morning Reverie Water mixed with a little salt Warmed by an erratic heart A sad sigh from a heavy breast And yet in… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XX Moonstone A sky bright with stars Your breasts warmed by my quiet sighing Our hands clasped in one another's Sandalwood fills the air… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXVII Caliban A dip in lethe & Heart pounding ceases my frozen heart melts A warm healing wash & I awake to my own… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XVIII First reading H.D. A black and white photo mutely records your life's outline - but your heart is buried in mine You live… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXVIII Why the Irish Drink Leaves talking to one another in the summer breeze Stands of grass caught in floods of spring We are… — Michael Bee Copy Share
“XXXIV My Dreams* I can’t sleep but they can. Dreams are alive with the weeping dead. No place on earth was found for those… — Michael Bee Copy Share
