outside the labyrinth |
They stood there, empty, waiting for a day when the road would appear to end and the horizon line would no longer tease them with distance. They stood as silhouettes, accepting the approaching dusk wi...
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 11:00:00 PST |
The pulse |
Look into the sun and see your heart pulsating. It is my heart, too.
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 12:24:00 PST |
to sleep |
one last dance for themoon and the stars, inside outlike blood in water
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Sat, 26 May 2007 12:22:00 PST |
Slapping you silly |
"What is the sound ofone hand clapping?" asked the man."Haiku hi-five!" *SLAP*
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Sun, 06 May 2007 09:39:00 PST |
In the dark to see |
Everything's forseeable. Everything has already been foreseen. What has been fated cannot be avoided. Even this boiled potato. This fork. This chunk of dark bread. This thought, too...My grandmother s...
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 01:32:00 PST |
And the survey says... |
1. Someone knocks on your door at 2 am, who do you want it to be? Is this like a psychoanalytical knock knock joke? I give up...who's there? 2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? No, we don't. ...
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 04:36:00 PST |
Girls survey [amended for dudes] |
Answer them with truth:What color is your bra?:Okay, wait...am I in the right survey?Hair, up or down?:I scare small children with my hair down, so...up.Do you straighten your hair?:Have you even SEEN...
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 12:05:00 PST |
Lullaby |
To every hour, its mystery. At dawn, the riddles of life and light. At noon, the conundrums of solidity. At three, in the hum and heat of the day, a phantom moon, already high. At dusk, memory. ...
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:52:00 PST |
Shadow's Puppets |
Sometimes at night the shadows pretend we're puppets dancing in the light.
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 11:03:00 PST |
Phosphorus |
Strike a match on theside of a matchbox and you'vejust struck Phosphorus.
Posted by Joshua Wilde on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 03:16:00 PST |
