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