Monthly Archives: April 2010

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And it was curtains on my dreamvision -wrinkly red ones, as a matter of fact,with dusty folds that dampened the crimson,preserving my dreams with a dated tact:Needless to say, I woke up while sneezing – A petite mort as some like to call it;I live… Continue reading

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My guide, at this point, decided to speak:”Work. Just work. Let the rest sort itself out.Set a routine, and let your forces peakwhen the world has vanished to twist and shout: Follow the rhythms in your heart and brain-the tom-tom triplets in poly… Continue reading

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I am guided by the light of myself and of others, of course, on my blank road that I draw on earth, vanishing like shelf life: useful in time until I explode: The beauty is this: I explode always – (you can explode and exploit endlessly the effigi… Continue reading

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Staunched, I step to the sink to wash dishes-the cups and bowls that had fueled my fire-since a life of chores is one of richeswhen not a slave to men or desire:I took the yellow sponge in my brown hand, added the soap and made a bubbly mess,and t… Continue reading

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And I felt a quick tug fall down my nose-tasted it and realized that it was blood-and so, I applied pressure with the gauzethat my guide gave – head back against the flood:Before I realized that I was leaking, I had spilled all over my writing, de… Continue reading

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Divagación

The soft contour of light lifts the sheer curtain That rests behind the closed window, begging for release; Likewise, the new moon, sits obscure beneath the clouds – Hidden from view but plenipotent in its expanse: I walked around the block a thou… Continue reading

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“The windows are two, and they representtwo views: your take on the world, and the worldon you, your craft, your past and your present;the door’s your future – the hinges were hurled: The door was thrown out; the world is callingyou to serve it wi… Continue reading

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