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”
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Bottlecaps and Flagpoles
I We went to the place where the whale was pretending that she was really a dolphin. Where distance is measured in beanbags and holes, and time is measured in bottlecaps. II We each told the story of how we became the vulnerable creatures we are. We loosened our lips with blue label pumpkins andContinue reading “Bottlecaps and Flagpoles”
New Species of Games
I We went to the place where sins are best forgiven by the passage of time (like every place). Where we felt a strange pride in holding ourselves together against such overwhelming odds. We struggled with strangers almost as strongly as we did with the strangers within. II We cut our words into puzzle piecesContinue reading “New Species of Games”
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”
