Lightbeam |
LightbeamMy baby has a hole in his skull.That says it all.In reincarnation, sometimes you get a break.Not everything must be resolvedin this world.My baby has a hole in his skull.That says it all.In t...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:49:00 GMT |
Buttery Buddha Chute |
Buttery Buddha ChutePlease, could I bea weaver of prayer?I have a sackfrom the food storethat I carried from town.I'm going to put it downand pick up my crying baby.Please, could I carry my prayerlike...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:48:00 GMT |
A Dream |
A man hung by his tefillin straps, one wrapped around each arm and going to a pole, which they were tied to. I knew what he was doing, the display, the pain. I told him that It would be here soon, b...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 11:31:00 GMT |
Searching for the eye in the Hand of God |
Cracked lips give way to coffee jelly. These things that rest upon the lips like dew or drought enjoying the view over echoing canyon. By the canyon they clean out cars on warm winter days, find dry...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 14:20:00 GMT |
The Heart of the World |
The shadows are violent this windy night. A strong wind blows Northern snow to these desert mountains. The clouds are so high not even the city lights can touch them, making it look like the stars h...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 14:01:00 GMT |
Toast |
Trapped inside a moving moment. It's not like a car that moves while you're still. You're bumping on all the walls. How do you not fight when the spray from the apple flies into your eye?! A bird ...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 14:00:00 GMT |
The Machine |
Down in the valley this sunny day, cars glint in my eyes like distant twinkling stars. Synagogues under construction at the tops of hills. Never contented. Surrounded by brown barren dirt. That da...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 13:20:00 GMT |
tantalizing, mouth watering clip from upcoming ’Book of Creation’ |
Vav Talking twinkies march at midnight. Their clear plastic wrapping is irrelevant. Their marching becomes deafening as they tread their discarded plastic. They have no mouth to smile or frown, j...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 13:25:00 GMT |
breathing mask |
A fidget is contagious. In the classroom twitches move in waves and I need a breathing mask to keep still. Social relations became exchanging convulsions. Sometimes I walk away with a smile, sometim...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 01:28:00 GMT |
Reflecting upon a moment |
Marching. Marching in lines. Lines are moving. Always straight. Hear the cadence, drums weaving the invisible threads that keep everything straight, like a frog in a deafening jungle that can only...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 01:27:00 GMT |
