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You awake…

December 21, 2008 You awake: you find yourself in a hollow egg, cave darkness… There are two items with you, a big candle and a box of matches; one voice says ‘Why not?’, while another says, ‘There’s only but so much air in here and even less time to live if the flame’s lungs are […]

I do not remember what…

November 27, 2008 I do not remember what the weather was like that day; I do know that it was autumn, I recall how the leaves stuck to moist molasses-like substances… There was a sunflower field right next door to this place, this holy wreckage-skin plantation that stretched for nearly a mile: it must have […]

One day a small town awoke…

October 23, 2008 One day a small town awoke to a peddler peddling a new method of fortune telling; the day went by very slow because the peddler never stopped his team of horses… So, round and round he went, inspecting the population’s numbers, as they grew on the town square from curiosity and a […]

I believe it’s…

July 31, 2008 I believe it’s a mountain at first; it isn’t… An angel kneeling with stooped head; the breezes that brought me to this isle were its inhales, only intakes, aching taking and twirling geodes… Dripping from its forehead like sweat, mudslides filled with gardens, communities, lakebeds of fishing lure stories and the battlefield […]

I Look Up, It’s Night, The Stars Show The Briskness

November 22, 2001 I look up, it’s night, the stars show the briskness, the air is ‘right’ for me, my head dissolves and I wish I could become the hints that the breeze urges into me, like a doctor’s hand, which is expensive, though absolutely necessary. In his truest meaning, the price is not negotiable […]

Weathered Cathedrals Of Autumn Wheat

October 26, 1999 Weathered cathedrals of Autumn wheat shinning beside a lighthouse crescent, An early rising farmer and a poetry following his retrieval of them. There is an evening danced throughout a candle slim, smaller than its flame consuming. In a hand all else resides unfinished ~ A season of wealthy ambitions, still there is […]

With Each Welcome

October 10, 1999 With each welcome there is seemingly offered by the bosom of Earth, a web standing firmly put, not hoped for, instead, spun in the darkest of moons and dew dropped by pure chance, enough that you may discern its shape by small candle lights lifted up there. Not by Gods alone do […]