Rêves au Réveil

Friday, August 10, 2012

Oyster

I dive deep within the inky depths of night sky and know no difference between this and the waters of the ocean, because I am dreaming. The oyster floats just out of reach It scuttles away from my knife All those layers hidden within and I: I just want that pearl. (If Kino can do it, why not me?)... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Blocked

Alone again. Years lived in minutes as the ticking clock matches the rhythm of a dripping faucet so my heart beats on and on waves of emotion pounding against valves tightly sprung I long to be heard to be felt but still the words won't come. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Flotsam

flotsam and jetsam bags left unpacked I tried to fit your life in parcels big enough to carry but no matter how the weight was shifted you slipped through my fingers anyway better to scatter your memory and let the tides turn you to rain Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Far Whisper

The stars are whispering tonight It is as if they are waiting for something to happen On earth. And I wonder if, There's a secret in the cosmos That shines on some other planet That speaks in bells, and shouts, and whistles But only seems quiet Because it is so very far away. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Grotto Woman

Ignoring the sun floods that could warm her It flows in caves and flavors each tiny crack of Light. S he licks the wound in solitude, celebration every pain, triumph all self-inflicted punishment a gift. Do us all a favor... If you happen in your travels Upon this beautiful woman alone Throw her a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Message from the Moon

Dear Lover, Meet me at Mare Cognitum. I have spread a blanket for us here. We will bask together in the earthlight munch moon rocks and laugh at all those little people down on that big blue ball scurrying through all their bizness winning prizes and getting booed at and being right and wrong and... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Coils

I could have been made from finer clay thrown to the spinning wheel of time crafted widdershins widdershins widdershins Yes, I can see Her fingers tracing my existence into the porcelaine surface of my face through slip and pedal rising and falling falling But no, I chose a laborious construction... Sign in to see full entry.

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