( I would throw stones at the religious right, but I'm actually a far better target. )

Perhaps these inky
clouds obscure pinpricks of light
only to be pierced.

succor.

(v.) from Middle English sucuren, which came from Old French suc(c)urre, socorre, derived from Latin succurrere.  Equivalent to suc, meaning "under" + currere, meaning "to run";

thus to go beneath, to run as from underneath in order to support and help.

C'est l'impulsion exquise, le rythme, la musique que j'adore.  
Mais mes battements de cœur sont hors de temps avec toi, 
mon amour.

all the ugly messes that I make . . .

I want honest love so badly that it turns my breath into racking sobs.

A verdant thicket,
the eyes of the doe follow
me through the twilight.

Only the cat saw the sin that I hide,
and even she has no clue of the thoughts I kept inside,
languidly licking her supper from a platter,
staring poker-faced my way with coppery eyes.
I imagine I can be as indifferent as she,
bored, and slinking offhanded, remorselessly.
My thoughts curl once about the matter,
and try to sink into sleep.

But I find I’m ( Read more... )

Seattle, forgive
me if I wish the ocean
would wash you away.

Pittsburgh, désolé,
but your hills must come crashing
down upon your head.

Edit: May all my foolish words turn to dust.

March, early morning.
The voice of a turtle dove
wakens me from sleep.