Sunday, December 11, 2005
BLOGGERS, HELP! I NEED A TITLE!
I need to live. And yet I stand apart, unrooted, in a foreign place. Timid tendrils of myself reach out as, quivering in doubt and blindly groping, they search for sweeter ground in which to grow. My curse is this: that I am I. There is no other me in which to dwell who calls this "joy" and "life"...
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Thursday, December 1, 2005
Rodeo Drive
RODEO DRIVE Polished ladies sleek slick species from another world. Lineless, timeless, slim, sagless bodies, tennis-tight thighs... your glitter blinds me. I cannot see who you are Such flawlessness eludes me. I would not make it mine if I could.
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Thursday, November 17, 2005
The Spinning Coin
You are one side of the coin and I am the other. Each of us needed the opposite side of ourselves to be complete. Or so we thought. In the beginning hope spun us around and around in such dizzy circles that we couldn't tell one side of the coin from the other and so believed our separate selves were...
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Wednesday, November 2, 2005
SPACEMAN
SPACEMAN My little one in cardboard ship Helmet of silken gold Armoured with innocence and dreams You soar among stars.... conquer worlds I cannot see. What visions now unfold as I, earthbound, await your return. Can it be that you, so newly here, still see the face of God? I have been too long upon...
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
PARTING
PARTING I cannot say good-bye to you. A simple word. Two syllables which take my life away. I cannot look at you. For if our eyes should meet and see each other, I will surely cry aloud and fall to throw my arms around your legs and beg you not to go. Control is all I have. A naked soul is not a...
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Sunday, October 16, 2005
The Corner of the Darkness
THE CORNER OF THE DARKNESS The corner of the da rkness, this place you envision so lonely and lost way up there... past the clouds soft. Where the trees are always bare and the sky dark and cold, as if winter were the season of the year. No sounds you hear of birds’ song, but the sound of the harsh...
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