Awaken the Dormant Magic |
Hibernating hearts: Does a real winter give a real spring?
Or are we resting to rise to someone new?
Or to greet empty spacethe universe whimpered away as we slept?
When sleeping in di...
Posted by Mallory on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 05:54:00 PST |
Unknown, Unrealized: Safer Gambles and Chances |
I have for you, waiting, a peach-colored coffee table,a surprise phone call from Belgium to share an inspiration, an idea, an offering: a decade of parks and stars and silhouettes, a path fenced, and ...
Posted by Mallory on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 08:03:00 PST |
Maybe it will sound better in Spanish... |
El no vive aquí ya. Tengo todo para decir:
el amor, la necesidad, la incapacidad olvidar.
No tengo nada decir.
Posted by Mallory on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 04:11:00 PST |
From a future lover (What I would like to be) |
I like you best in the morning, when you wake with the same consistant tenacity as the sun.
Before the world has touched you, before anything has an effect, you arise enthusiastically, courageously, ...
Posted by Mallory on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 10:45:00 PST |
Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree. |
I spent the afternoon gardening today. If it were planting season, I would have been out in the morning, barefoot in the soil, ...
Posted by Mallory on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 06:09:00 PST |
A Dark Night |
Even the heavens mock me tonight--a constellation is smililng, reminding me that the universe laughs and grins, when I seem to have misplaced my mirth.
He lies next to me, and finding affinity wi...
Posted by Mallory on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 04:17:00 PST |
Hello, World! |
The rain stopped today and the world is suddenly alive. The scent of evergreen is strong--not the warm comfort of Christmas, but the fresh, strong, almost bitter smell of the ancient trees growi...
Posted by Mallory on Tue, 30 May 2006 09:27:00 PST |
"He simply said 'please.' 'Please, I need to live.'" |
The silence is too far.
The distance is too loud.
The separation of the next five minutes--not knowing if it will end--without you may kill me. They feel too much like forever.
I ...
Posted by Mallory on Thu, 18 May 2006 10:40:00 PST |
Moon in the Desert |
The moon is an ominous yellow--the kind of yellow that should precede the blood-red and the end of the world.
But tonight, it speaks of armegeddons past,
of the painful and persitant contin...
Posted by Mallory on Sun, 14 May 2006 12:58:00 PST |
Knowledge Unposessable |
She will never know that kind of love. She will never know what it is like to see a part of her grow, to hold it protectively to her breast, to feel joy at a little boy running through the yard....
Posted by Mallory on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 08:18:00 PST |
