so many times, eternal return |
in every aspect of which your illuminated body is the object, im learning the massive language in your motion. the light picks up on subtlety in your smile, motion like courtship is sentamentle and ex...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 23:53:00 GMT |
strategies |
she is a friend, this i know for sure. shaman mother shows me how to pound the mixture with the mortar until it/s pulverized into a aromatic paste. living and dying breathing the fire. somtimes at nig...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 08:43:00 GMT |
rabbit songs |
the wind shakes her to the bone and she creeps closer to the heart of the cave where members of the scorpion gang hang out. tiger sits there on a makeshift chair of dirty rags and burlap material, smo...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 16:53:00 GMT |
harold |
harold came to me in the afternoon spilling verbiage like tonnage onto a sanded walkway in midwinter march, still icy in some spots. thinking he was in danger, rabbit the stargazer picked up the falle...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 14:18:00 GMT |
there is a town in north ontario... |
dh lawrence speaks to the monotone social network in large amounts of passion stirring to the forefront his own curiosity (?) for homosexual love and at the very least his admiration for what motivate...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 22:33:00 GMT |
maximum security |
i knew a few stanley’s in the chicopee area. one was an elderly man isolated from the world for more than twenty hours a day. sometimes the magic moments when the vna arrives with the magic comb...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 00:23:00 GMT |
help on the way |
harold rabbit angstrom got into springfield college for the msw program!
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:51:00 GMT |
stephen |
it is because of the moon that the tide shifts to the pefect arcing grace that faces the edge of the beach. and then when we come together, right now, we are children in the the range of teenagers aga...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 15:21:00 GMT |
thinking nothing |
he was a night rider in an easy way the way his hair arced around his ears, and somehow the passion intercepted the now moment with virtually no lag. i used to drive to his house in noho where my frie...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 20:43:00 GMT |
moments in time |
sometimes in the future there are moments you catch on the metro finding your way back from work and the voices start creeping through the pages of time and space and echo husky-vibrato-devil-speech. ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 20:12:00 GMT |
