Monthly Archives: January 2011

What a glorious day! The snow did fall,and I almost did – almost broke my foot!But, no! I stood up, and I did recallthat my reasons for dreaming were the truth: This is strange grammar: reasons into one “truth,” like roses shoved into a thin vase;… Continue reading →

I feel as if floating; I am the haze,the fog, the mist, brumous air, the aura;I expand, penetrate the worldly maze,particles streaking through fauna, flora:I am suffused with spirits of fresh times when intuition and feeling were guides;there was … Continue reading →

Volcano with a lid, eruption near,the air is ominous, the bones brokenwhich are strewn all around, strewn due to fearof the volcano with its heart broken:There were rumors and legends of the Fall, of when the gods and the planets were oneuntil the… Continue reading →

I shudder from my sheer incompetence,sheer like a summer day’s curtain glowingdespite the darkness of the cold livingroom from which all my histories commence:The weather’s on the channel, big red L that marks the spot, shading like a specteracros… Continue reading →

In these quiet moments when the onlysound is the light, rippling overhead likea distant cascade, you murmur, lonely,resigned to face up to fate’s counterstrike:You were lovely at the vanguard, fragrant like a sylvatic forest where slaves foundfree… Continue reading →

MY FUTURE IS NO LONGER YOUR FUTURE,my future is wide and blank and massive,kind of like my present, trapped in naturewhere the snow conquers all but falls passive:When it all melts, those great nymphs will regress and settle at their pond, with qu… Continue reading →

In the silent park, reading poetry my verses went dark, my spirit was free.The bees did flutter around the white hazeof heat like butter melted on the gaze.The words were woozy, crashing waves on rocks;please, mam, excuse me; my heart knows no loc… Continue reading →

If each black Swan must be a question mark,what does that make of the lowly black sheepwho must baa and bay with bloodshot, soot eyeswhile its diamond heart lies in carbon fleece:Nature’s so floozy when she lets in Gods to see her matrix in the go… Continue reading →

Beauty and meaning, one love, two lovers,a Paris pair, just flailing, just pouringout lymphatic rains as the wind hoversand the light lingers – the sun is soaring:No, the sun is foreign – oriental eyes my thoughts under the African sunnot native t… Continue reading →

Caravan, the weatherman has called youoff with prognostications of carafes full of sand, or snow, or flagrant haikuof powdery lights, of true love’s last laughs:Caravan, your route turns up unwritten as the windy wind wends its borrador,wiping gol… Continue reading →