a silent monday |
at the base of thisin the middle of our eyesi feel you...here, somewhereat timesand the words wash away while the silence waxes and wanesand the tiredness lingers while you slip further...from this pl...
Posted by Erin on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 11:45:00 PST |
shadow...always shadow |
in a dark, cool place a spider spins a webshrouded in mystery and things of ancient timesin colors encoded before our evolutionsand waiting...waiting happens oftencold and eagerpatientsilhouettes in s...
Posted by Erin on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 10:15:00 PST |
the seas behind us |
for the teeth and the gnawingand the shadows that sleep in the darkin the back of this placeand the whispers we've lost, somewhere behind usdistant shapes and figuresperhaps in some lights they are gh...
Posted by Erin on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 08:55:00 PST |
at the back of here |
in a small place by the fountainwhere even the wind listensin a sheltered place in the backthere lies a roseshe is shaded and beautifula vibrant red, strikingi cannot forget her, the shephard was awak...
Posted by Erin on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 09:13:00 PST |
fountain |
safety and the carriage of horses rode pastsucked violently from the limelightthe film was massive, extending far beyond its layersand the cast of endless pumpkin men in various shades of blood and or...
Posted by Erin on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 08:21:00 PST |
ezekiah 415.67 |
we all wither, the formulaic entrails spilling out and forthbursting a beautiful red bath of life and green nostalgiafor to say to want is for food and mealand to shiver in the shadows is the commonpl...
Posted by Erin on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 11:37:00 PST |
cars and noises |
I had a funnny thought yesterday. I was driving my car and after a few moments became aware of a sound that I was not accutomed to. It was a bad sound I thought for sure. It wa...
Posted by Erin on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 10:04:00 PST |
6.19.07 |
for this, the finishing of a scene played out again from before ushow many times must we dine before we incite the fires to vivificatethe gift of a thousand pilgrimages and the echoing of countless re...
Posted by Erin on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 09:28:00 PST |
23 of May-lanterns hung |
for the lanterns we hung about our necksthe light was so dim in those days and we were left to wanderingi can still feel the cool in the breeze and the shelter of the midday sunas it seemed to carry f...
Posted by Erin on Wed, 23 May 2007 03:14:00 PST |
salute |
salute the canon men and their dreams as they stared out the window of their church tentthis was a moment for them and the zen of their incapacitationsfor each solitary confinement that birthed afresh...
Posted by Erin on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 07:40:00 PST |
