Songs of the Soul

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


Voice of eagle, Voice of lark rising through a sky with storm clouds dark and brilliant the silver dashing rain about to fall... Harmonics building slow out of the mighty stones: deep thunder from earth's very center groans... Bright song pierces crying angel-high; god-profundo out of abyssal... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Do You Know...?

Do you know the signs of grief-- denial anger and despair apathy acceptance-- how they follow one upon the other at a gallop first and then a lope and over time the weariness sets in the pain less fierce need not be galloped through headlong... and days it takes at last, again to feel each stage in... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Dark mists uneasy dreams surround penetrate drop small sounds that could be anything a small thing simply living its small life prey, and subtle? or predator a little careless-- who can know? Monster in the dark Victim softly breathing heart beating warm in a circle of light... Distantly howling... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 2, 2011

If I could speak to you I'd tell you things, under this sunlit sky and while somewhere a towhee sings. I'd share some thoughts, for just a while, the varied odds and ends that comprised my day and made me smile. Though I don't know how or why this should be true I'd share the sunlight and the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Another Morning After

Each morning waking you are less and less in my first thought and shame is passing into just embarrassment and simple pain. Yet still my eye-- with each flicker of a glance of what I saw you in that passes in the road or on the screen or in a passing thought-- still shies away, seeks haven in any... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011


Driven by pain and dread and wanting to be dead and knowing that's no answer no solution and as close perhaps as souls can come to dying-- So at last I have to find the floor of the abyss and sink my feet and cling to something solid where the pain is in perspective and laughter comes from crying.... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

a prose poem

No sleep. Why the fuck did you ever speak to me, and wake me up to be alive and happy and all the promises that I was safe with you.. and that you were my friend, that I was not as alone as I am? You started this, you poked and teased and worked away at my defenses until I thought you were real and... Sign in to see full entry.

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