from her tired, dirty skin |
First she began to dance, sculpting the land beneath her feet. Her heels marked the valleys, and the earth that was raised from between her toes became the mountains. She brushed from the skin of her ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2004 20:52:00 GMT |
part one of cowgirls. im trying to get you intrigued. |
it is not a heart: light, heavy, kind or broken; dear, hard, bleeding or transplanted; it is not a heart.
it is not a brain. the brain, that pound and a half of chicken-colored goo so highly rega...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2003 16:32:00 GMT |
yes, i wrote this about my cat |
Jericho, coda, co-bear, honey bear, esmerelda, little boy, coco, co, jerk-o
For over two years I carried him
My little boy.
He was the apple of my eye
He was the tree, the limb, the bark
The ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2003 19:23:00 GMT |
you, my moment in time |
Why a one night stand, so brief and solitary, a lone ranger under a Texan sky? Tell me if you relieve our sex when you lay down to sleep, when you touch yourself in the shower, if I bring you to touch...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2003 19:07:00 GMT |
a question no one has ever answered |
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Is it different? I ache for you to touch me: your open palm on my skin: to engulf me with your body. The taste of your lips. Do you ache to touch me? Or do you ache for my fingers to balance on yo...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2003 19:06:00 GMT |
bad poetry |
Importance of breath, like notes of a lullaby, collectively a symphony, when the breath carries the slightest iota of the voice box. A moan, pure in its complexity, a thousand meanings a thousand ways...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2003 19:05:00 GMT |
i pledge my undying devotion to tom robbins |
a sneeze travels at a peak velocity of two hundred miles per hour. a burp, more slowly; a fart slower yet. but a kiss thrown by fingers - its departure is sudden, its arrival ambiguous, and there is...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2003 12:44:00 GMT |
salt dancers |
when i turned four, my father taught me the salt dance: he sprinkled a line of salt on the living room floor, positioned my bare feet on top of his shos, and told me to leave everything behind that l...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2003 12:08:00 GMT |
peter pan |
when the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginnin of fairies. and now when every new baby is born, it'...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2003 20:43:00 GMT |
..fire.. |
"three of the four elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. every smoke...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2003 16:07:00 GMT |
