Milford Sound |
she wears the waterfallslike ribbonslaced over jagged surfacesshe is beautifulabover her a halo of whitewhere sunlight weaps onto her faceand living things take refugeshe is the quiet before the storm...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 12:21:00 GMT |
Wandering thoughts on my walk home from work |
in a circular motionwalking breathinglistening to whatever wasor isthat momentevening light filtering unevenlybehind trees whispering gentlyof deep peace and solitudethen the sunexplosively appearing ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 11:42:00 GMT |
Apples! |
I have to do this in one giant blog...
Hey everyone. I've landed my self in the middle of fucking no where picking apples. Literally, there is nothing. Carmen, no potatos, that was part of this giant,...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 22:19:00 GMT |
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there is a silent echo
ringing against the backdrop
of ocean current
clawing at the shore
and only every so often
children laughing
boys talking
the smell of skin burning and
hair bleaching and
thoug...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 21:15:00 GMT |
Something to post |
busting at the seams to be
dipping synthetic parts of me in dreams
i am not
calloused fingers pressed on strings
to an audience taken by showcase
one...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 13:31:00 GMT |
