Goodbye , goodbye , to one place or another , to every mouth , to every sorrow , to the insolent moon , to weeks which wound in the days and disappeared , goodbye to this voice and that one stained with amaranth , and goodbye to the usual bed and plate , to the…Read more »
Category: Life
Remote Street
Posted by in art, Life, love, photography, Uncategorized The Owl and the Seraphim
The Glory in You
the ermine shiver a page ripped out a passage cries to quiver anointing poems , a frozen room this grey land storms a labor pain the puddle , the bellies lake does blackness wane upon an empty beds membrane. the night frock flees this in between the spider crawls into the snow the crow suspends…Read more »
Love
Feeling such thankfulness for your dear and beautiful friendships ….💜
My Sun
Posted by in art, Life, love, music, musings, photography, Uncategorized, writings I sat watching on the sheepskin rug , watching as the desert invaded the room , invading my body becoming like the hollows of the rotating earth . I am tired . The houses gaze at each other with beige pueblo faces . I watch the wide sky , the soft ending lavender of it…Read more »
When Did She Go
The old paint on the canvas became transparent , when ? A tree appeared , when ? A tree inside the interior of the room , when ? And a dress with no one in it , when , floaters in a landscape , when ? The narrator : A repetition is seen , a…Read more »
Once More , The Narrator
Posted by in Life, love, Michigan, music, musings, photography, Uncategorized, writings There she was , yes . Her choices were different , yes . The sky was grey and pink , yes . She saw out her window , hills that had eyes , yes . Eyes so brown that their softness created a city , yes . A city for only poets , yes .…Read more »
For Shimon
Posted by in Life, love, music, photography, Poetry And the winters are so many and the winters are not so many and everything feels so close to me the Caspian Sea the skeleton dress the man with turban pastel everything feels so close to me and somebody’s on the moon as well . And I hear your name and I hear my name…Read more »
Writing found in my mothers Suitcase
Posted by in Life, love, musings, photography, writings Near The River of Wonder I walked , traveling all this way without shoes. A porcupine tree branch tapping , tapping on the window , flashing in the sun , these are the first voices heard , a sound like people talking in whispers , a sound stunning its way around in my mind too…Read more »
You Don’t See Me
the witness point on eyes of a bark less tree residing in the gypsy globe take notice of her beloveds worn shirt the buff cream of Charolais cattle sedate , too damaged for this wilderness land of dangerous freedom . she is a runner like antelope always alone with her solar smile silent , so…Read more »
