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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Lemon City

Lemon City Asphalt floorboards, sour house of Lemon city. Weird here, gutters run full when rain runs there, near the curbs, the avenue canal runs to the mouth of the sewer. (The sour city's throat of sorts.) Anyway, Lemon City, sour, follow the current, divide the stream, and the city’s people,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Early In Cold

Early in cold White sky, gray dawn, winter awaits snow. Wooden fingers top craggy barked trees. frozen faced lake, reflects naked sky. solid shores, frame hush, hush, silence. unsympathetic magnificence, no witness, within miles, typical beauty, never rendered for vanity. In the old city, where... Sign in to see full entry.

Sorry

I,ve been burning the BBQ at both ends and neglecting the scrawling blog. But I'll post a memorial on this Memorial, and wish everyone the best in BBQ and all that life has to offer. Happy writing everyone! Graham Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 26, 2006

Herb of Time

Immaculate silence, while, morning finds its way. Perfect seconds in timeless struggle. Idle, not yet dawn, nor night. Between the beats of all hearts, when first light shares night’s hours. The ebb and flow of time tide. Flux of tween, as seconds before a sneeze, for certain, day will come, but,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Reedbuck's Revenge

Reedbuck’s Revenge Sated stomach, lilt of blood on her leopard breath, slunk in a crotch of a bulging rubber tree. Motor of purr deep, in her dappled throat. locust hum in heat near termite hills cleaving the sky behind waves of pearl millet. High day here now. Reedbuck’s cage of ribs yawning below,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Yet To Be

Yet, To Be One blue drop from a thorn on a thistle. A blue horse plods along the grass floor outside a leaning green barn. Blue sun born over the bristling ridge, new blue light tints low green clouds. The painter smiles and takes his gaze from the stained glass. Blue hippopotamuses on his canvas,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

This is a tribute to Wharton Esherick, an amazing woodsmith. 1887-1970

Ode to Esherick Loft comfort, wood home, carved from leaf foundations. Spiral stair of hand hewn oak. Open the floor door, wooden daughter holds the pull. Barn cocoon of imagination, museum born from trees. Lovely weddings of disparate spaces. Alone at home, hand trimmed handles, dove tailed,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Imperfect

Imperfect Child. Little body, head too big, falling down. Puppy ramble. Half a cloud amongst the cumulous. Limping, borrowing balance just a step from a fall. Near dried puddle never a chance for a lake. Baby oak by the highway, for now. Unfinished rainbow, better than none. One winged bird happy to... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Angels, We Are

Angels We Are The angels watch our moments alone, our shadows piled amongst us. when we are truly alone, me with out my you... Angels are always there. They, know of innocence, lost on us. Each angel of ours has the soul of all souls. They know who we think we are. They, are a shadow, a twice us. A... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Today

Today Nervous stomach, lover’s photograph, and death, very possible today. Ready guns, pounding hearts, together, in brutal air. Blood, sun, and rain, memories. Soft breasts of hers, flowers never more, women. Gasoline, scents of murder. Muzzles flare, bullets find, enemies of ours, frightened more... Sign in to see full entry.

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