200904220 |
parakeet greenbasil seedlingsparakeet yellowsun in the skybasil green parakeet featherssunshine yellow parakeet song
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 07:18:00 GMT |
200903100 |
windblown snow buriesthe pathway where primrosesappeared just last weekthe paper on which these wordswere drawn is burning to ash
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 07:36:00 GMT |
200810170 |
faint erasure marksone test after anotherwe pay tuitionpink in the photo so whiteunnameable white orangeon this white canvasthe orchid is a shadowwithout clear edgesour breath condensesthe dark branch...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 15:28:00 GMT |
200805180 |
in the time it takesfor the world to crack openthe telephone ringscarol wants to plant flowerswhile the day is still sunnythey bury their deadwhere the world has cracked openearthworms here and there
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 06:22:00 GMT |
200805160 |
i found an odd word the apple blossoms opened and i forgot it.
for ben, who called me back
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 05:00:00 GMT |
200801010 |
i release hardness:"live in the land of hard thingsamong your own kind.""you are beautiful!" they cry,"you are the stuff of mountains!"
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 04:11:00 GMT |
200712310 |
little love gigglespelts your window with pebblesuntil you wake upthanks, Mud Dauber = )
Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 11:45:00 GMT |
200712300 |
as night becomes daytangerine clouds crowd the skyi forget my namewho will brush away the snow?who will watch the birds return?
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 06:58:00 GMT |
200712010 |
you'd think stones should fallfrom these granite-colored cloudsstatues of the godsmy cheeks are red peonieswarm enough - still - to melt snow
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 03:59:00 GMT |
200710070 |
all day i follow the sunlow in the sky now and weakmy whole body hurtsevery heavy move madetoward scraps of lightwhen the ground freezesi will burrow into wooland forget to speakfingers work...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 10:33:00 GMT |
