Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Friday, December 17, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
hole in a cloud
you were never proud
of losing your raindrops.
from four corners
came the sound--
the crackle of iron.
pots and pans jangling,
fire and metal tangling.
you pointed,
drawing out a map
to your heart
for me to see--
it's outline disappearing
like the funny squiggles
we drew in the clay of coves.
a mist cast the sky in white
and your eyes fled to the trees,
two gray wrens taking flight.
of losing your raindrops.
from four corners
came the sound--
the crackle of iron.
pots and pans jangling,
fire and metal tangling.
you pointed,
drawing out a map
to your heart
for me to see--
it's outline disappearing
like the funny squiggles
we drew in the clay of coves.
a mist cast the sky in white
and your eyes fled to the trees,
two gray wrens taking flight.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The Approaching Lion, The Impending Flame
The Georgian summer brings with it a heated passion. The sun bears down upon the soil, drawing jagged lines between the shade of oaks. August (the reign of the lion) approaches.
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