Luminous Dreams

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Monday, December 24, 2007

O Resplendent Orb

O resplendent orb we are not worthy to lay eyes on you on this most sacred of eves Your brilliance shimmers under a canopy of diamonds that dance across the water rippling on waves O oceanic pinnacle of luminescence will we ever live again to witness this reverent fullness of planetary bliss? Sign in to see full entry.

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Portrait of Winter

A green kayak lies on its side leaning against the boatshed flanked by tubs of withered tomato vines now home to bustling sparrows catching a brief respite between flights Silvery squirrels scurry across the snow weightless, they leave not a trace Crackly brown leaves swooped up by gusts of wind... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 22, 2007

Bill Brandt Exhibit

Black and white images stark piercing beauty portions of nudes arrayed in austere landscapes perfect marriage of geometric fascination with voluptuous curves quirky perspectives traverse strange magnificent territories a slice of moonlight casts a glow on nocturnal collages no need for titles... Sign in to see full entry.

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Comic Book Blues

All alone in his trailer staring down at a table cup-a-soup for dinner background noise basic cable Piles of old comics go back forty years dusty boxes overflow with Spiderman sci-fi fears Mom's in the nursing home now her room-mate mutters and taps she makes attempts to respond forgets then starts... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 21, 2007

Grand Canyon of Our Souls

We humans parallel the Grand Canyon there is spectacular beauty in the deepest depths despite arid surroundings Wind and water through the centuries have sculpted this panorama of gorges exposing layers and layers of birth and death in stone As we become more aware veils of ignorance are stripped... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 20, 2007

The Short Beach Parrots

The Short Beach Parrots are singing christmas carols in the lofty branches today heralding joy, love and kindness for all mankind My loneliest friend has a glimmer of hope for romance almost extinguished everyone needs a second or third chance A co-worker is madly in love her steps barely touch the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Subterranean Trek

Yesterday I walked miles underground in the city that never sleeps following tunnels lined with lovely tiles subterranean nyc subway lurching and flying along murky tracks sometimes heaving with the weight of passengers packed tight like sardines It's easy to get lost, have to double-back on steep... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 17, 2007

The Ghost of Linden Ave

There have been sightings of the ghost on Linden Ave particularly on misty, murky nights when only the crescent moon lends a sliver of silver to the lapping waves on the beach No one was surprised to hear of this apparition we've been expecting him His widow has the huge electric crosses in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 16, 2007

Hell in Helsinki

Alone in a hotel you suffer in silence her neglect a slap in the face a transatlantic flight no mere excursion too old for these games you wonder what went wrong with your rendezvous besides, she found you on the world wide web all those revealing photos didn't you ever wonder who else was being... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 15, 2007

Pure Majesty For the Viewing

A deer traversed my yard sometime during the night leaving hoof-prints in the snow this glistening morn reminding me of cookie cutters and biscuit dough that marvelous negative space so full of promise It came very close to the house was it curious about what dozed behind the walls? was it enticed... Sign in to see full entry.

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the gift is this: the poem writes itself. i am just the instrument and sensory recorder in this universe of divine intelligence. what a wondrous world!

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