Of Daily Bread
My appreciation of the words, their sweetness, is acute -- profound. The tears well in my eyes as I forget the seeming loss of daily bread and embrace, instead, the amber waves of grain. Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Sometimes I Forget
The uneven floor and the cramped bedspace here in America for which you show only gratitude; I think you know not the finer things. An officer in Nicaragua I can see the shine beneath though you've tried to wash it off many times baptizing yourself in Texas water and limestone. Why? Sandino could... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Cravings For My Muse
Something about what you leave behind makes me forget the nectar that drips from the very thought of you isn't about you at all, but Us. And every us I ever wanted as a defense against comparison of joy with mundane warmth, and bliss with trudge. My fear of confusion isn't about confusion, but... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Please Don't Tell Me Not To Cry
I'm thinking of you again and hoping that it's okay. Because the blade that opened me whole had to come from somewhere even if it was me. But it's okay. Really. I don't feel a thing. I go to this place where we played your little boys laughed and time stood still. But sometimes I have these memories... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
My Kitchen Door
A solitary chair across my kitchen table stares blankly back through empty space hoping a prayer heartfelt brings your lovely face or your gentle voice across the threshhold and all those years where I could have held you while you shed your many tears. I have eyes to give you now that I no longer... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, March 6, 2005
Colonel Sanders Was Jesus
So you tell me things have always changed that lizards fly and what seems strange is the bucket of our wisdom stays the same. Well, I'll tell you friend, because it's true, the me I see is me in you, laughing, dancing, doing cartwheels down the hall. So if you stare and still can't see the me in you... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, March 1, 2005
Saving Time
In a jar of past tense my smile still awaits you. Awaits your coming, coming to the pantry of your thought. Left there on a dusty shelf well hidden from the daily traffic finds your favorite grin alone in chagrin staring back at you for all the while. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 28, 2005
For Christine I Move
A painting hanging from a single point in space swaying slowly in a slight frame, revealing pane and pallet of a jeweled sunset standing, holding you with regard, without reserve defending against a coming cold with the blood of my beating heart. Dashing over these windswept rocks as a child I never... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Happy Birthday, Mom
I have no number where to reach you, no voice I'd care to hear, and it's getting sort of stale the choking stench of cigarettes no longer hanging in the room. Six years ago I said goodbye, not realizing that time would fly, stretching well past the point where I've forgotten about the indignities... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
The Healer
I'm bored by things that work, with ships that sail, with changes well received and gravity pulling petals from a bloom. I see no point in the perfection the natural process of simple selection that brings you here and sends you there all too quickly as my breath grows and then recedes on a coffee... Sign in to see full entry.