clockwise |
there is a gentle turning,the slide of the cogs,as the hand moves the minute.such a small change.but suddenly it is a new hour,an inevitable total rotation,with no turning back....
Posted by miss glenna on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 12:01:00 PST |
shhh |
you breathed on mea cool night aircoaxed a whisper loosethen gently unfolded,traced perfectlya new mapof a new sea
Posted by miss glenna on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 11:21:00 PST |
A Place for A Shark (an experiment) |
and when that Trap Door opened, sinking was shocking &...
Posted by miss glenna on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 01:37:00 PST |
but briefly |
boiling riceon the old white stovetopwith the weariness of ages so much rice and women boilinga stillness breathes out of the bubblesrising from the potand for a moment-there isnothingbef...
Posted by miss glenna on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 02:51:00 PST |
please read |
dan's poetry. it's very very good.
Posted by miss glenna on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 12:35:00 PST |
I know the way you can get |
I know the way you can getWhen you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens,Your sweet muscles cramp.Children become concernedAbout a strange look that appears in your eyesWhich even begins to ...
Posted by miss glenna on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 06:58:00 PST |
so long |
the air whispered of itso longit became fallsuddenlyreds and brilliancesare flashing boldlythe sky has declared itselfwhile the trees are undressingwith a franker gazedizzy is the air now...
Posted by miss glenna on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 11:06:00 PST |
90 miles per hour |
whirlwindwhirlwindwhere are you taking me?what sound! what motion!oh pleasure please-blow off the veillevel the fieldcast all the diceshow me! show me!
Posted by miss glenna on Thu, 24 Aug 2006 07:59:00 PST |
we are awake here |
if only I could become a morning larkof industryand rightly movementI might escapethe velvet middle nightof cricket rhythmof burning lights and eyesof hours sharedwith the drunks and the infantsand th...
Posted by miss glenna on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 11:06:00 PST |
are you aware that |
dilated pupilsand caught breathslow rubbing kneessmiles thatmore thanbeams the heatto bloodpulsingwhere neckmeets jawlick your-my lipscurve aroundthe circleof twoeyes that do not apologize...
Posted by miss glenna on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 02:06:00 PST |
