something on my mind... |
...or more accurately, someone on my mind.it is such a warmth that wraps you up when you know you are in love. i've been thinking about her all day with such vigor that my heart can barely keep up. ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 23:54:00 GMT |
i have a urbis page...check it out |
okay, so what is URBIS?it is an online community/network of writers who have a profile from which they can post their work and have it reviewed. sound exciting yet? it actually is. reviewers don't...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 17:32:00 GMT |
.80 is an ekphrastic poem... |
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f4/The_Scream.jpg
Being Edvard Munch: The Scream, 1893Dear Screamer,who has made you scream?Awakened by the smell of gessoand discovered one brushstroke at a ...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 23:52:00 GMT |
.79 |
Sunday SchoolI was once that boythat went to church withgrass stains on my kneesand came home with sand inmy shoes.Grey-haired Sunday school teachers and Technicolorfelt-board shepherdslinked me to th...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 13:27:00 GMT |
missed my heart... |
when something like this happens and i can walk away feeling peace like this, i have no option but to firmly and fully believe in the power of love.thank you, Jesus.thank you , darling.without you i c...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 19:36:00 GMT |
you know who you are... |
this will be incredible, me and you.and life.and i’ll love every second of it.
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 09:10:00 GMT |
.78 |
just a little sestina. nothing i would consider an epic work of art, but at least it is finished.The Wonder YearsFather and sonand an old Chevy pick-uptruck that barely runs,but remembers this dusty ...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 23:24:00 GMT |
.77 |
HannahLove is a palindromewith You&I at either endequilibrium over candle-lit dinner plates that existsas we tangle our fingers like rootsthat follow our arms and bloom in our chests.and we...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 23:15:00 GMT |
.76 |
just a villanelle.Patience, PatienceMy heart is a cord of split timbersThat rests against the south wall of the shedUntil the deepest nights of white cold winter.An iron ax birth, naked splintersNeatl...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 22:34:00 GMT |
sonnet .1 |
What God Hath JoinedHer soft hand trembled to finish every wordOf every letter that ever cleaved heart from man, In that deafening paradox every time unheard, Unforeseen, and always un-forgiven.t...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 22:13:00 GMT |
