how dark this corner |
how dark this cornerit's that'something best leftin the past', thingthat kills methe tireless effortto bury itand its seemingly effortlessreturnhow the voicespeaks with no sound,denial; a wall too h...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 12:59:00 GMT |
Threads |
ThreadsHe must have something concretebeneath his slumped gait, his gallantmoves to the right, snapped back,in favor of left, with a tilted headand twisted grin, meant for coming on.It is a comma co...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 12:53:00 GMT |
The Romance of Stone |
I'm on the edge of dream, again, in dusk, unrelenting.It draws, and holds me, ripe, for your taking. Lodged in the quickening of sand, I feel your longing spil...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 09:54:00 GMT |
Sea Breaths |
Sea Breaths Today the earth breathes in waves before moon slides wake the night they are softly crashing on cusioned sand blue to white; water wakes before the sea tugs it back again I am a...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 11:15:00 GMT |
Six strings to his smile |
Six strings to his smileI stand here, cloakedin my frustration, as I follow the teen trail; windingits way through the house...socks, shoes, schoolbag, jacket,even his guitar pick.My poetry&a falcon; ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:18:00 GMT |
Adirondack Angling |
Adirondack Angling Here in the Venice lounge we have no lagoons we have no gondolas, mountains and lakes are plenty they silver Sunday afternoons framed by green grass it ris...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 22:35:00 GMT |
Stepping Stones |
"Stepping Stones"Tip toe on the stepping stones of my sighsWatching my bitter tears endlessly flowBetween my lost and steadfast manly guiseYou colour my grey in shades of rainbowA soft caress po...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 16:41:00 GMT |
To Let the Twilight Speak |
To Let the Twilight Speak ~ It is in the touch of dusk that stretches; playfulbefore our eyes&that we become ~ The fading light twists, crawls, and windsto bind and knot...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 19:21:00 GMT |
Random Transmission from Bells Clearing |
Nature has a coating that can't be seen from afar, like a cats tongue or a leaf, or our skin. This is where the wheels of the Caravan start to yearn for release from the sodden earth. Oiled and restin...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:11:00 GMT |
On the Way to Nowhere Fast |
Preface A beacon shines bright beyond Broadway it might be the aftermath of a microdot dream some purple haze reflection of silk thighs lost in the vacuum of a discarded destiny Is it possible ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 17:28:00 GMT |
