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Ark and Saw

About Me

Blood is that fragile scarlet tree we carry within us. ~Osbert Sitwell*There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall. ~Colette*Her hearing was keener than his, and she heard silences he was unaware of. ~D.M. Thomas*We are never prepared for what we expect. ~James A. Michener, Caravans*You're only as sick as your secrets. ~Author Unknown*By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear. ~George Herbert*You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943*A hunter of shadows, himself a shade. ~Homer*No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. ~Terry Pratchett*I am the vessel. The draft is God's. And God is the thirsty one. ~Dag Hammarskjold, Markings, 1964*He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces*We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusion, just as effectively as by bombs. ~Kenneth Clark*The impossible can always be broken down into possibilities. ~Author Unknown*The man who has no inner life is a slave to his surroundings. ~Henri Frédéric Amiel*In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary. ~Aaron Rose*Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships. ~Charles Simic*Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit. ~Peter Ustinov*Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966*..This profile was edited with MySpace Profile Editor MySpace Profile Editor

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

All my homies back in Arkansas, not to mention Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Dag Hammarskjold, Joan of Arc, Harriet Tubman, Eve, and Mary, to name a few.

My Blog

Glass Tintinnabulum

Sylvia Aivlys I shouldnt know her voice,a silent knife in a bright sky,a broken wave in the black sea.Her razor-greyness chokes my eyesshrugging off conquered endingslike a brazen toll smothering in a...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 23:54:00 GMT

Murder with the Short Tails

I dreamed about a gang, a serious gang called the Short Tails, led by a guy named Pearly Soames, sometimes called Rise. I joined the gang apparently without much thought, because if a Short Tail got ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 23:49:00 GMT

Afterly Evey Happier

Happily ever afterYes, you see, a textbook case, and rain falls from your eyelashesas silver tears, approximating voices lost. But still, despite the hours past, your silence blowsthe heads off ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 00:25:00 GMT

shadowface

I was an old man, I believe, and I was compelled to follow a tall, billowing shadow. We were crossing (he walking or gliding, I picking my way gingerly) through what I thought was a vast junkyard or f...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 18:40:00 GMT

Soulful explosion

I dont think Ive ever written this down. Its a memory, not important, but to me significant. I have feared that putting it on paper may over- or under-emphasize its actuality, but I fear more that it ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 14:25:00 GMT

shell-smile

Dropped shellHe smiles, an odd half-look-away curveof which I catch one side. Somethingbattered is in the smilereserved,ironic, worn. Through years of strange,hard-edged misuse, its been preserved;my ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 09:59:00 GMT

Hell isn't that bad, really.

Last night I went to Hell.  I was visiting a friend's congregation, and the pastor told us we were going to take an illustrative field trip to the Infernal Pit.  He opened a door and we file...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 12:02:00 GMT

and the wall saith unto me . . . .

no. the only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.                    ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 21:58:00 GMT

heart tide

Heartbeats and Tides I have followed the slow rims of colorless surf with the heavy wind's breath tangled damp in my hair. The sea leaves salty kisses on my face as I search for the soft shadows...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 09:44:00 GMT

A-L-L-E-L-U-I-A.

I have no words for the beauty in me now; O empty, my heart! There is not room enough to contain this light, a soul-shattering cry, something so glorious it should incinerate me. Why am I so small?! I...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jan 2006 18:32:00 GMT