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 |