The Pixley Boys

"I remember a night in the moonlight with Gary  when the dark side of human myth lay entranced under the spell of Spring, when the Screech Owl spoke his poem at a symposium of the disembodied sou..."

"Jennifer Robin Nestle down. Your baby days Will soon be gone. Come sleep in my arms, And we shall rock In our golden chair To the tick of the clock. Though time, in his passage, Will steal you away ..."

"i am gravid with seeing, heavy with question. the blood dreams grow chill, the godwork is done. i have dealt with my symbols meekly, one by one, worshiped the season of love for its whisper of ..."

"Near your last death by slow disintegration, Of hope, and thought, and every freedom, I watched a pond's eye wink at the Bottomless sky, goldfish flicking through The iris like sensual thought, And t..."

"What does a Poet Say when there's nothing to Say? How does She begin to weave syllables that speak her Soul     when her Soul is ice, dream rain for the desert of her Mind? What does a Poet Say when ..."

"The sunflower blooms where the buried calf sleeps; Where the winter child sorrowed, the silver lace creeps. Quick hearts that ignited in Aprils of yore, Sleep numb in the darkness and quicken no more..."