Traces
Traces In the whisper of tomorrow the wood is burning and the trees have died. A swallow is perched on the fence as the twilight nears. I have taken the hinges off the door, waiting to see what...
View ArticleYou who saw
You who saw You who saw the morning fall on leaves all rotted and brown but kissed this darkest turn and threw your coins to the clouds. You who loved and always learned that love is nothing...
View ArticleBeyond The Grave
Beyond The Grave If all the seeds fell like blood or blood like seeds into the ravenous earth and time was a wagging tail in the dark then I would know that death would come by any reason and be a...
View ArticleA Way To Survive
A Way To Survive A butcher’s knife wielding at living flesh to accommodate someone’s feast, is like a quarrel behind a condemned man’s eyes and the ingratitude of those born beautiful. Rise from...
View ArticleThe Holding On
The Holding On When the head of the flower is plucked and darkness takes the child’s tender hand, I hold my breath under the covers. For so long I waited for a response,...
View ArticleMorning Glory
Morning Glory Lost hideaway under the flesh where birds of prey drink to the heart’s southward direction. In liquid sleep a pocket is forming of voices named in childhood years. And from the...
View ArticleThe Ride
The Ride Again the stars were plucked from her mind and the world below leapt up and sponged her with its flame. That summer she made a wish upon her chains and walked the deserted farmyards. The...
View ArticleAs Mad as Mine
As Mad As Mine Grief is cold as the world without a wish, riding the waking land. I saw the hounds trace my footsteps. I believed in an everafter, and the shore was my mansion to fight for. I drove...
View ArticleA New Destiny
. A New Destiny . Like a love I cannot speak, this feeling coils around as a whip, scorching my skin with its disease. Break now, like the tense are broken by gentleness or the weak are consumed by...
View ArticleAs We Walk
. As We Walk . I spent an hour listening to the grey and cooling sky, and the blackbirds that gathered low. We are but gestures sown by particles of love, desire and greed. Few are one tapestry, most...
View ArticleAs We Walk
. As We Walk I spent an hour listening to the grey and cooling sky, and the blackbirds that gathered low. We are but gestures sown by particles of love, desire and greed. Few are one tapestry, most...
View ArticleGirl
. Girl Under the willow tree a girl was standing, lonely with the worst of nights ahead. They said drink from the tarpit waters and swallow the oysters that lost their shells. She saw the drug the...
View ArticleOther Side
. Other Side . Killed in the cloud that ripples softly. Believing we would be triumphant made it so, and being dead we learned a new way to rise and praise. The music...
View ArticleMy Body Goes
. My Body Goes . Through the blinds my body goes soaring touching the hawk and choppy clouds. It dips through the misty air holding hands with the winter. It opens its mouth to taste the wind and sees...
View ArticleBirthday Vision
. Birthday Vision . Under this familiar banner of autumn and Halloween. The gull who died on the side of the road was to me the drum-drum-drum in the marrow of my bones and the truth that my prayers...
View ArticleOverall
. Overall . Overall I name the winter mine. I took the sleeping bird and let her rest away from the cold. I opened my eyes to the kindred shapes of mercy, and found myself reborn. I held my past inside...
View ArticleThe Voice We Love
. The Voice We Love . The voice we love is a symphony amidst the turbulent waves. It is as faint as hope but it is the ring we’ve always cherished. We have flocked towards the cave where three animals...
View ArticleOne True Love
. One True Love . Creeping through the storms of days and dreams and desperation passing like an ant carried by the wind out to the busy traffic. One and two have been done before and still there is...
View ArticleEvery Strand of Hair
. Every Strand of Hair . The night is missing its lark, the secret inside the shellfish has crept out of the waters onto the bank. Horses tread the fields with broken tails, into the mirror the...
View ArticleThe Need to Stumble
. The Need to Stumble . I drop the pattern. I say it is enough of being frightened of the worn shoe and the empty bank account, enough of bitterness and wasted expectations. I drop the gripping pain of...
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