A Constellations Slideshow |
It was midnight. The sun had long been set. The stars cast the sweetest glow, that guided them to the other. They met underneath a tree scintillated by fireflies in an expanding meadow full of wildflo...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 15:55:00 GMT |
Commencing Cicatrice |
The scar of humiliation Self berating articulationsImages of past cynically cycle through each apparition My chest is burning...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:31:00 GMT |
Red Ringed Stain |
The dark it comesCarrying the lies ...or the untold truthsWith sounds that hollow and grow obliqueA pop! then pourThe infamous slamming doorA thousand cries that echo th...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 09:04:00 GMT |
The Old Lady and the Meat Market |
I was on my way to the meat market today, picking out a prime rib for a bbq we're having Sunday night. It was hot out, humid as well. I steped into the market and the air conditionor instantly cooled ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 06:53:00 GMT |
a continum consumation of life |
the nights they trailthey windthey curvearound, around, around...
the wind howls through the darkend treetops, whispers a lullabye in their leavesa lullabye, saying goodnight only unto the earth. one ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 22:13:00 GMT |
i have a thing for je ne sais pas today. |
a pale blue light
a shining clock
a tick of timea drop of water
echoes down the hallway stairs
a tremblea shakenot a sound to be made
a panting of hot moist air emulates from the pit of my stomach
sta...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 16:16:00 GMT |
pinned and spinning, exhailing but not breathing |
it felt like summer was ending a new beginning
the misty morning sunrisethe light reflecting off the dew stained leavesthe calm, the beauty... the death
all the time things livingat the same time dyi...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 12:10:00 GMT |
...but a spark on a lighter, poof. |
sleepness nightsbitter mornings that are actually turned into afternoonsyelling fathers and resentful mothersback aching and chain smokingcollege is a drag and not yet begunwhere's the stability in li...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 22:56:00 GMT |
the gift of yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows |
past lives,feelings of belonging, safe havens, and palms....all things past but continuing.... it sounded so poetically brilliant: ah, yes...yesterdays they are and tomorrows will be... our todays...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 14:37:00 GMT |
Brown Penny |
I whispered, 'I am too young,'And then, 'I am old enough';Wherefore I threw a pennyTo find out if I might love.'Go and love, go and love, young man,If the lady be young and fair.'Ah, penny, brown penn...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Dec 2005 20:48:00 GMT |
