a poem and a fragment |
He looked at her body in the dark. His eyes traced the gentle incline of her muscles, remembering each curve and line, the grey-tinged hue of flesh in the dark. His eyes came to rest on hers, closed....
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:17:00 GMT |
in which i blatantly plagiarize james joyce |
Awaken to the weirdly sublime way the shadows that have gathered in the corner seem to spite the sunlight as it filters in through the coffeebrown shades. She is briefly aware of the divine interconne...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 17:20:00 GMT |
moderny poetics |
"night-kids"when cerulean seas rise to kiss the dying daythey awake, and laughing, sighing, say"the moon is out, now i must gowhere the water meets the land and showmy devotion to ecstacy, to fine gra...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 18:59:00 GMT |
blatantly embittered poetics |
the boy’s bones are of charcoal;the girl bleeds black and grey.they met beneath a mocking skyand (despite its laughter) touched,their bodies violent sulfuras they loved and burned each otherby a...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 01:41:00 GMT |
