Please allow me prattle puffs |
Please allow me my
homogenous chalice- my sapienic sentimentalis- propensity for prattle and
misuse of the misogyny of my own misunderstandings-
Dissent twists my
tongue to writhe perilous...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 23:06:00 GMT |
the hypnagogic dance |
Perception and Conception are the battling shamans in the realm of the mind. The line they've drawn in the surrender of exhaustion is the alleyway through which I navigate into the concurrence of ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 23:16:00 GMT |
crickets singing --edited and continued |
.. (If you have read my previous blog, you can skip this first part and go down to the first set of stars) .. Howdoes ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 07:25:00 GMT |
beginning of a new novella? |
How does one define a memoir? a confessional, perhaps? Yes, this book shall be a Hail Mary for all the deaths I've died in this life: &
nbsp; &...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 11:57:00 GMT |
kidding? may Be |
well now I am standing here with all the answers and no question to ask.. what do I find in the pages of books? underlines and coffee stains, dog eared wrinkles that smell of musty bookstores and old ...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 23:37:00 GMT |
A love note-- to all of you |
I love. I love. I love.
the bassonette smile that cradles the accidental stars dancing in your mouth as yo...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:00:00 GMT |
how to find your Friend. |
Step 1: Drink Water.
What does that mean to be back at square one? Does that imply that life, in fact, is not a puzzle a...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 00:28:00 GMT |
who is that sleeping on my couch? |
Somewhere in the night, I'm not sure, I caught some-one sleeping in my bed. I felt cool breath on the nape of my neck, in the cape by the cliff of my ...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 23:55:00 GMT |
little limerick lullaby lie |
eyes wide, the figures are in, and here's a sanctum stuck in rewind, mind, mine...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 07:03:00 GMT |
freely written permission |
This is a freewrite, freewrite, my mind is rapt in spiritual fog, that is to say rapt, raptured, ruptured from its sense, sins of reality, of reali-me, tapping away at these buttons and watchin...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jul 2008 11:15:00 GMT |
