Luminous Dreams

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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Subduing the Dragons

There goes my heart again careening in your direction out of control endless streams of paired ghosts and hissing demons steal my night's sleep The pressure in my chest swells until I find an avenue of safety within the confines of my barricaded anxiety I have been longing for you for centuries we... Sign in to see full entry.

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Majestic Mt. Rainier

O magnificent towering volcano ancient precipice of rock, ice and snow suspended in the highest guardian clouds bordered by lesser mountains and dense forests We lowly humans are not worthy to gaze on your sacred face your omniscient power humbles For we know if you breathe a sigh of sadness our... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Homeless Pigeons

Scavenger pigeons resemble homeless people rough on the edges, endless search for food and shelter perhaps an exotic history however, these humble creatures are the supreme navigatorsof the skies, able to read the sun and stars journeying to untold destinations even rushing winds in the Grand Canyon... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 3, 2007

Ocean Catatonia

when it is ten degrees outside the ocean freezes quite an arresting view no longer are waves in motion now this glistening plain sea-green ice floes on the edge lapping, lapping beneath... perfect enigma: motion in time-lapse or beauty in stillness? 1/22/03 Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 2, 2007

notes from a spinal cord unit

dave walked into the hospital with a blistering 104 fever. he came out a quadriplegic. his infection found its way into his cervical spine. some wondered if it was because he was a heroin addict and used his jugular vein for a site. he flatly denied that. perhaps his non-compliance with the miami... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 1, 2007

My Mother

M y mother shops alone now no one tells her what to do she eyes vegetables aimlessly as if in a museum nothing strikes her fancy eventually she takes pleasure in the sorted pears the showcase of robust peppers green, red and orange she prods and sorts packages of lamb shanks as if she is still one... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 29, 2007

Bathed in Moonlight

One night this past week we were bathed in glowing moonlight full moon streaming through our window our bedroom transformed into an ethereal chamber neither day or night eclipsed in another dimension Our bed floating in space arms entwined only the sound of our breathing floating in rapturous... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Pearl Necklace

Entwine me around your slender neck lumenescent orbs that mirror only a fraction of my heart's pining Close the golden clasp and end a self-imposed penance of lonliness Perhaps purple orchids will bloom maybe a child will wrap her arms around your neck This could be the culmination of my dreams you... Sign in to see full entry.

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notes from a spinal cord unit

i started doing haircuts quite a few years ago during my shift when i worked in a nursing home on bainbridge island, washington. there were a few residents who had no family and their extra-long locks enticed my creative urges. i realized i had the best tool in my pocket, my bandage scissors,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 25, 2007

Pavane for a Dead Prince

An eerie silence cloaks the walls no longer lavished by cheerful tones your tiny feathered body awaiting entombment on the floor of your cage door unnaturally open All those songs now a memory, Chloe little exotic prince with the speckled toupe and lemon-coloured coat How we will miss your darting... Sign in to see full entry.

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