Piercing windows,Shattered smells,There is too much glory hereThe greens are dark in front backlit by a brimming and vibrant green redux.Leaves glimmer in the setting lightThey are imbued with an otherworldiness by embers of dying wind. The sun setting in the summer is a time frozen. The light is wild in the western sky andContinue reading “Time Frozen”
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In the proper space, time is irrelevant
A little slower, a little grooved out,A little more ready to spend a while in one place,A little more ample opportunity to have the outlines of your hands trace the curves of a sight unseen.To hear the hot breath of a microphone modulated,To smile and not worry for what comes next. Time is stretched outContinue reading “In the proper space, time is irrelevant”
Ignition of Time
We stand in a segment of time that transgresses all other moments. The past is dead and always was. We are alive and think we aren’t. Nostalgia is chain-linked bondage to thoughts remembered. We hope to regain our peace in worlds abandoned, to be safe and secure in tepid stillness. And the sun is settingContinue reading “Ignition of Time”
False start
Right now all it seems to be is past writings, nothing new is taking shape to flow in sparkling water on crystal pages. The sentences are disjointed and I am nothing but writers block and past glory.
Cry and break free
Words, spat out or treasured and adored, All, nevertheless, spill out when the discontents of my life tip over into the conscious. Words adorn this page as clothes adorn the psychotic, a bit misplaced, slightly jagged and with a bit too much consciousness. There is only now. But the now is always on some levelContinue reading “Cry and break free”
Angel
This is a most wearisome age.A few drops here, a few thereAnd the night fissionsShadows start their ascent to the surface.Coalescing, apparitions of forms,Here they come again aware of their despair.The roses lay around the burning bush, their beauty ferments and that’s all I see, barefooted or not.The pagan mind lurks among the curb-stomped abortedContinue reading “Angel”
Change Eternal
Between the tufts of beach shrubbery, our campsite took place. Three tents, all a hundred yards from the beach. The narrow path to the beach winds up the dunes. It is overrun with burs and vegetation so I wear sandals to the halfway point. Here the pure sand takes over and I ditch my sandals.Continue reading “Change Eternal”
We all stand on the sad earth
“We all stand on the sad earth, throwing long shadows, breath cut with flesh.” -Jack Kerouac “Every creature casts a shadow under the sun’s golden finger/ But when the sun sinks past the waving grass/ Some shadows are dragged along” -The Handsome Family “The Bottomless Hole” I came home again having had theContinue reading “We all stand on the sad earth”
Genesis
I do not want to write words that describe emotion; I want instead words that are emotion. I do not want to describe what I’m doing; I want writing to be what I’m doing. Here, I am not interested in well-constructed arguments or syllogisms. Instead, what is it that burns within you, that kindles uponContinue reading “Genesis”
Home Less
The rust was a dead meteor emblazoned into the sidewalk. It passed by and I kept walking. In God there was no evil. Now I look to my left and soles of feet peer back at me, their owner lying face down under rags. Those soles move infant-like back and forth, knowing not their creator.Continue reading “Home Less”
Anew Principium 