Month: January 2015

Apprehensive Sunlight

  The floor chases the sun Disturbing the warmth, Dust wanders Within bent beams, embedded In light captured heat Moves as an animal, crawling Never quite caught, always catching   Late leaves, blended with sidewalks Attempt a crossing, through portal Entering dry, slightly sifted…

A World Away Means We Are Dust

  A world away means we are dust Showing a sign Is a leaf in the crack of the sidewalk   Even if I did say Something stupid You know I’m true   Even though I got mad You know my heart is real…

The River (Portrait #1)

  The river– Cold, of a certain depth, certain speed, enough to conceal . Annie had freckles that hid frowns, dusty eyes—unmanageable red hair like wild wires sitting upon a strange round head. Pulling Jessie’s wet wrists, towards the water, hands slipped away. Annie…

Word Knots

  Span of index, arms weakened Rambles upon wrinkles, I am Pressed between Earth and Air…..Flow upon my continent’s Systems, scattered over ranges   Puddles flirt with thirst, Lakes, Mock the drought of my Throat, Reservoirs dribble… For My body is a gathering Of…

I See Behind The Glance

  I see behind the glance The smell of hair My nose dug deep Kisses graze off   Missed deserts drink Daylight, a fear Nighttime, a place of fibs Soft hidden in the harsh   I have no sight Beyond what I feel Fingertips…

Touching

  When you don’t touch for the first time, you never have to touch for the last time. But, all the touching in between those two creates a world of its own. Next time, go ahead and touch throughout. No matter how long it…

There Are Days Of Longer Daylight

  There are days of longer daylight When time can’t figure out what direction it travels. A lost light, which cannot heal, as it hurls itself forward A movement through something, changing Abandoned. It cannot come back or go home.   We build nests…

The Sound Of Listening

The soundness of judgment is composed from the silence of listening.

The Ripples Are Confused

  The river runs grey today Echoing the action of clouds They move, as it runs We are underneath, on the banks   The river is smiling at us This leads to a flood of sky Movement, on the way The flow can’t be…

We Awaken In The New Dry Day

You are like the missing rain Only the mist has been caught in the trees A thousand kisses fall to the ground Mud has formed at my feet I am on my hands Tracing your lips   Wooden steps support me The world is…

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