Rest Poem |
No longer do I want The fierce waves of my heart to break uponThe gray concrete desert and lamped starlightOf the citySinging your name at dawnWaiting at your doorstepCloaked in the music of softMorn...
Posted by Yael on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 04:22:00 PST |
Feathers |
Small pale feathers surround my body as I awakeWas it my heart fluttering in the nightInsight the rib cage?These days, I wish I could fear.It would help to share humanity with thosewhom eat and drink ...
Posted by Yael on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 04:29:00 PST |
Out of the middle of the east |
Im walking in the last days of
volume I, book 31
those bits and pieces of love and despair
I call my life. should I say her life?
Hey, what does space look like out of the emergency? ...
Posted by Yael on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 10:36:00 PST |
Space is a Verb |
Space is a verbWeaving our bodiesInto lifeBeing, going, framingI and thouWhiteness is best described by graynessA street by a cornerStairs by the place they endA wall by whom it denies entrySpace is a...
Posted by Yael on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 09:23:00 PST |
Planets |
I walk on the rocky edges of my lifemy feet soften themI discover new planets in my bodyhabitat of joy and painI go now more often to the darknessjust before the giant red suns of my heartsplinter out...
Posted by Yael on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 02:02:00 PST |
