and with the fanciful words of Joyce dancing in my eyes and in my brain only the sounds of heartbeat and breathing are left for attempting to keep myself sane water inside and water outside and water that covers the earth some made for swimming and some made for drinking and some made for drowningContinue reading “Words of Joyce Dancing”
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Building Palaces
There is no place now that is safe for my gaze No soft landing for my eyes Once things turn hard it’s hard to make them soft again It’s cold enough to crack my lips and fill my lungs with frozen molecules of whatever it takes to build these palaces to winter Continue reading “Building Palaces”
The Great Evaporation
Dark forces want us to believethey can measure our worthwith numbers preceded by symbols of currencyor numbers followed by years Rivers and oak trees they also thinkcan be reduced to equationsand gods require sacrificeand death is more end than beginning But all the power they think they haveis more illusion than factand all of ourContinue reading “The Great Evaporation”
Out-of-tune guitars
I was born on a hilland I must have rolled a long way down to get hereThe bell that used to ring in the towerwent quiet a long time agoSo now the only way we acknowledge thepassage of time and thefeast of the saints and thetotal eclipse of the sun is without-of-tune guitars She wasContinue reading “Out-of-tune guitars”
Awkward as an Angel
Awkward as an angel who bears the burden of black beauty she turns, unaware of the emptiness that swirls around her lost legs Legs on which balance the twin curses of comfort and congeniality She is a solitary saint in a universe of undistinguished souls She is shy and unsure of her shineContinue reading “Awkward as an Angel”
