experience |
i am experiencing myself in abstractobserving the splotches the patterns and non patternstouching the texturesand running to catch up with the Work in Progressnot removed - integrallyinvolvedbuttouchi...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 22:44:00 GMT |
colours |
with the world on my fingetertipstoday i'm taking things . . . slowlyi want to let the colours seepinand make friendsand touch each other, inside meand have slowsensual tingling sexuntil the glow fil...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 22:39:00 GMT |
cape town |
this city is still alien to meslightlymuchlydisconcertingmerangue light layers of olduncomfortable ghostsof dirtying encounters inbathroomsof wind, running into and overflimsy tents offriends cryingan...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 07:41:00 GMT |
now |
swirl me loveand tell me you want menowhold me love, and sex me with wordsnowrealise love, and nowi want you, but i cant. love.
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 10:30:00 GMT |
. . . |
memories of old loves are clogging my veinsslowing my walkand reaching my heartseeping in and taking up spacelayers upon layers of intimatelaughs and never to be forsaken, memories, that were soured a...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 10:26:00 GMT |
history house |
history is kept
in old smells of old people
in just one photograph of a loved daughter,
on a full photograph wall.
in a forgotten friend, shelved
for years
and the loss is...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 01:32:00 GMT |
childs |
little light
i hold in the palm of my hand
as i smooth
your cheeks
crying baby light?
did you get hit on head?
is the world scarier than you thought,
and does not everyone love you?
c...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 01:22:00 GMT |
smiles |
my smile is fighting back.
coming out of hiding, creeping
out of my
lips
and pulling
herself
with srping power
out of my mouth. and
(maybe i'm crazy)
i won't abandon her
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 14:15:00 GMT |
right now |
right now -
sitting- trying to pour love on the children in my care ,
i feel empty
diminished
...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 14:12:00 GMT |
girl child |
girl child
loosen your face muscles to the
song of the city.
dont
take the world too
seriously or
the seriousness will sit
in a furrow
on your forehead.
so fill your hands with soil
(...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 14:10:00 GMT |
