Danny |
We lit a matchand the bonfire blazed -your gaze through the camera lensbrought me back to lifeand though I loved you beforethis time I fell harderthan I had for anyone.As I fell you rose, so we metin ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 10:38:00 GMT |
Rose Otto |
Distillation is a patientprocess. Rose Otto,the great healing oilfor the heart, requiresmore than 60,000 rosesfor less than an ounceof oil.The procurement enduresgardens of roses, born of love,and tim...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 06:45:00 GMT |
Letting Go |
Why do I prizemy victim badgelike it's a passportthrough this world,stamped from countriescold and dark as Greenland? My eyes brim up sometimesbut often just flatten at theedge of the landscape,where ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 06:39:00 GMT |
Insulation |
I'm warm for the first timein weeksbut brutal storms head our waythe weather warns.Inside I weave fire and wineinto tapestry and slip belowthe surface.I am oceans away from theoutside world.Solitude i...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 08:10:00 GMT |
Transcendence |
You pull my hips upto meet you deeper.I don't know if Ican ever go deep enoughto find that quiet cathedralwhere your spirit flames brightand I may, with a full throat,lay down my heart andswordon that...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 07:51:00 GMT |
Reality |
How do you sum upthe ocean?I cannot believeI'm alive sometimesexcept for the continualdrumming beneath my skinof fear that says: worlds live well beneaththe surface of what you see.As for me, I always...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 06:57:00 GMT |
Sunday Times |
The biggest newsis lately you -front page splashheadlines across my chestwhere my heart's been hiding.You are a story, juicyand newfull of facts and delicious details.I'm reading youand you're the mor...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 06:18:00 GMT |
Rebirth |
The buds are popping outof winter trees like babies.Tiny pioneers.There is no fear of frost in them.Their purpose is to keep going,losing bundles of themselvesalong the way to their green destination....
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 06:08:00 GMT |
James Leo |
It's over twenty yearssince the death of James Leo.Still I'm transfixed by suicide.I don't believe the romancelike I used to - it's a dull thud like an oarwhacking the head,your canoe stuck against th...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 06:43:00 GMT |
Snapshot |
There was a momentI remember how aliveI was, my skin attuned to thesound of water, and the wetnessall around us,that has become untouchable -film reel spooling in the mind,washing watercolorover every...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 06:27:00 GMT |
