love sounds |
"But they beckoned; leaves were alive; trees were alive. And the leaves being connected by millions of fibres with his own body, there on the seat, fanned it up and down; when the branch stretched he,...
Posted by Taymaized on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 11:08:00 PST |
the result of an emotional weekend |
A blank pagea tired stagei touched my faceand found a soul in its placewhere i wanted an almondi found a diamond. that thatis this i am always trying to convince my tearsthose liquid crystals w...
Posted by Taymaized on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 03:38:00 PST |
new poem - in colorado |
the chug chain of the cattle calllies beyond those wires therei want to wander in the meadowsbeside them unlike themLucy shouted let's rollinto the hills like kneaded doughand risewith the dew into st...
Posted by Taymaized on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 10:00:00 PST |
dead possum poem |
Where did Lila go? Where will she be? Words ice-picked were scratched out of the newspaper today. Meanwhile,an opossum on the road, still steaming. That half...
Posted by Taymaized on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 05:59:00 PST |
dust poem |
This place is made of dust collected in handfuls &...
Posted by Taymaized on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 07:23:00 PST |
