JF Mingione: writings

Friday, September 21, 2007


I'm re-documenting faith, today with little stars and tiny green arrows crossed within a hue of blue Perhaps nothing will be noticed if the tree does not creak or the hand does not tremble Perhaps nothing will be noticed, at all if something does not happen Yes, I'm re-documenting a faith, today... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 15, 2007


There's an existentialist in my closet snoring in my shoe sometimes I know his dreams better than my own because I don't have any But I put him under my bed, once and dreamed why Buddah climbs no mountains while three Christs show me their new pockets There's an existentialist in my closet a hermit... Sign in to see full entry.


If I could have sex all day I'd probably get very confused All the zink would be drained from my body and I'd see the Sun as the Moon Then I'd be the last miner in camp to watch my bones fall apart my tongue would fall back in my scull and that's when my eyes would pop out No, the Road to Sex is not... Sign in to see full entry.


what's in a face might be none of my business sparrows don't clng to dawn the red dog barks not only at noon my feet are not my thought but they take me where I'm going simpler, then, to think what one is or decalre the same name, twice without the mirror Sign in to see full entry.

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