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In Uncategorized on 25 May, 2013 at 17:36

We’re not allowed to go there in the grey zones where bodies merge with faces and eyes hint at moonlight.

It is forbidden to sit with swirls of the night’s memory smiling back at me
or the wish to linger in a swoon.

The bed is comfortable with remembering of you. The night lives behind my eyes
as the day swirls in a cold, bright wind.

Watching TV relaxed as movement echoes through me.


In Uncategorized on 12 April, 2013 at 22:16

it is that thing which binds us into the world.
Lets us see blindness and obscurity and
how these are powerless to mystery.
We surf as slaves on a stream of her imagining.
She invites us to become the stream and the imagining and to become unto her.
Into her.
Through softer streams of hair and rivulets of wounds,
tightly wound within and into one another,
a delicate tread.
Her mouth is open and receiving.

Are you suffering to love?
Or is she already moving through and for you?
Have you coped with the boundlessness of every desire
curved infinitely and washing through you,
an exquisite dream?

The Sailor and the Flower

In Uncategorized on 28 August, 2011 at 00:00




This story was originally written in January and posted but then a good friend painted this beautiful painting to go along with it. So here it is again, meaning fortified and intact.




There was a man. There used not always to be men, but this was at a time when it could be said that there was a man.

A sailor who, when his ship came to shore, left the town, the crowds, the market place. The hoardes of salesmen and grey windows where behind spinsters thrived sewing and curing ham, sending sons off to war and daughters to be whores {click below to continue}

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Wishing and an ides of past

In Uncategorized on 31 January, 2011 at 00:36

He wanted it all and he got it

The eyes of longing and a wishing

Of life he dared not breathe to live Read the rest of this entry »

Love drifts

In Uncategorized on 4 September, 2010 at 14:43

Love drifts

And waits

In piles

And causes

The raker’s grip

To drop

Love drifts

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