Posted by in Uncategorized There goes myself along Lake Michigan naked back walking before me there goes an uprising a piling of stones so sorrowful a ritual of calm tumbling gusting god out of our heads . There goes the sky compressed into a moment there goes an uprising , a murder a bewilderment , bewitching the sound of…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized sound of the sunrise … I just witnessed the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life for only a brief moment and then it was suddenly gone and I long to see it again …
Posted by in Uncategorized the everywhere the moment somewhere when nightshade laid its iris black my lonely figure astonished in loud serenade . the everywhere oozing blisters upon sore feet deserts old from clouded heart bleached bones stark from faces brocade the everywhere startling almost afraid . the everywhere black shadows of celestial beings flower and fly…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized The sky was blue on April 16 at one minute before noon . It was to be my debut onto Avenue Magdalena , one street over from Clover Drive , the pale blue singing me into life , a life we are all born to die , the blue pushing me through onto earths keyboard…Read more »
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 »
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 »
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 »
Posted by in Uncategorized still she turns to see him in her room asleep upon white ginger sweet now as then it is too much this fire God burns Nostalgia Street . does he see her only then before the sunlight changed her skin her bashful feet adorned complete with veins of musks bewilderment upon the ghostly night off-beat…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized Farewell until February my dear blogging family . A journey from the northern Great Lake Michigan to the far Pacific coast is calling me into new territories of poetry and song , of order and chaos , mystery and redemption and always love .
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 »
