Monthly Archives: December 2009

Gentle pitter patter of light and wavepush me back towards home on the concrete blocks,the rhythm like worksongs- I was a slave;At least in spirit, or essence, that “rocks”: Like a lullabye winds down the spirit of an infantile complex with selfho… Continue reading →

We are upon a transition today;that is, if you want change, or time to dreamwhile waking; my bones are aching to say:”Life’s a dream and even dreams unseem”:The unseemly, uncanny seam between the worth of touch or feel and of reply–Well, that is … Continue reading →

The day I was born was full of movement,and I’m still sliding today, from the left-hand side; and every breath is a moment,till I’ve no more spirit and no breath left:If you were to tell me, “Movement’s your muse,” I’d say, “But I stay inside all … Continue reading →