the geese cry out despite the wind and the dark. Mariza says: you cannot see them-- but you can through their calls I reply. She opens the door to the porch and all of winter slips in, the night, the crystal snow and lone train light breaking through the loud blanket the geese wove. I throw a purple and white blanket over myself and her too. Cry ( Read more... )

John Lennon's Imagine is being conjured ( Read more... )

tonight there are a hundred geese that have hung in the sky for hours casting their spells and calling names without apology.

In my bed before sleeping I decided forgiveness could be possible..even... necessary. That in many ways my heart needed to let go of that specific sadness which gets trapped in anger. I had spent the night with my housemates talking about love and relationships-- One said she wants to change the world but she wants someone to come home to. Another ( Read more... )

oh. and my mother just found out she has glaucoma

All night I dreamt myself
alone
islanded
a small mast
of cloth so thin
the wind was direction
and danger

Only to wake
with the pants you left
a week ago

balled at the foot of my bed

Oh yes, the light. Queer slivers through green russian gypsy scarves. your mouth, five types of soft and one type of dangerous. not words. not sentences strung rather the air between words space for any kind of meaning. Oh yes, the red... radiant. Ink sketch oil pigment stain. The whisked peanut sauce self-made ( Read more... )

if ever I long for you i touch fire.

This Sky - Hafiz ( Read more... )

Love After Love ( Read more... )