Hidden

hollow

chambers receive

ribbons, dark, helical

ties to haunting echoes thrusting

shadows

shadows

ink my writing

surreptitious in type

underlining an unconscious

hollow

goodbye

clandestine shades

logos, pathos, ethos

triplets of rhetoric avail

my self

Station of the Heart

my mother's heart

mingles blood from many

sorrows

fingertips cup the pulse

to serve

blood's red course

Communion-Revision

I wish

I could collect

the lonely in my arms

expressing empty cells into

esconcements, plenary

pools to dissolve

longing