Of pale poets and black birds.... |
Emily Dickinson was a mystery wrapped in a riddle. She wrote about a world so much larger than the one she lived in, the self inflicted isolation of her little room. And with the precision of a great ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 09:43:00 GMT |
Dead dog's and wolf women..... |
Hello loves...couple of newer ones...The first time I ever saw deathWas a bloated yellow dogIn the cool blue shadowOf my grandparents houseOne miserable Maryland summerI held my breath against the sm...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 16:30:00 GMT |
I am going to Auschwitz |
I have been thinking a lot about the Nazi extermination camps. Been wanting to write something significant in that regard. But I think that a room full of thick volumes could never scale the mountain ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 09:23:00 GMT |
....behind a brightly colored door.... |
I found these poems behind a brightly colored door in my brain, that someone had carelessly left unlocked.....wrote this Wednesday night driving back from Mobile....hope you like 'em.....My waitress t...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Dec 2008 08:15:00 GMT |
Seadragons...oh my. |
Sunday, and my son and IDrive west, into the heart Of the crescent cityWe walk down DecaturTo dark and dusty bookstoresDamp with warm stale air We laugh at private punsEat pizza from a brick-oven And ...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 09:29:00 GMT |
The rain... |
watching, waiting on the rain...The clouds have donned their dark cloaksCast off their carefree cotton gownsThey are swollen with their sorrowAnd pour their grief out on the groundThe lightening lashe...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 13:09:00 GMT |
Two headed tatooed dogboy.... |
sorry so full of sorrow lately my loves.....here's a lighter one...hope it makes you smile....alas your love is slick and shimmering-- a strapless sequined dress but my heart is bright and bony should...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Nov 2008 08:24:00 GMT |
Angel urchin of the underground.... |
A hero is defined as a person who, in the face of danger and adversity, even from a position of weakness, displays great courage and the will for self-sacrifice for some greater good.Hero is a word th...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 07:57:00 GMT |
love is a deeper season.... |
e.e. cummings wrote:yes is a pleasant country:if's wintry(my lovely)let's open the yearboth is the very weather(not either)my treasure,when violets appearlove is a deeper seasonthan reason;my sweet on...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 06:45:00 GMT |
The Moon |
Hello.Been staring at the moon a lot these last few weeks.Been wondering if you were too.I think of how the moon eats its own dark half.Sliver by sliver, until it's full.And then fasts until it fades ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 19:39:00 GMT |
