Monthly Archives: August 2013

What If It Was Electric?

I caught his eye as I walked past him on the street and I wondered what if what if I said hi? what if it was electric? we stammered and talked over each other and laughed and laughed…. and our … Continue reading

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Ghost hunger

  You flinch unknowingly as I pass which makes me want to linger chilling you the pleasure swells with your disquiet with distress my hunger briefly slaked any presentiment a royalty, a confection Trail gelid finger ribbons across your cheek … Continue reading

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In Between

You are the in between That space in the heavy air before the rainstorm That time between darkness and sunrise An odd dislocated feeling moments before the fever rises Or the second before your face breaks through the water And … Continue reading

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Art

Artist: one who creates art art·ist Spelled [ahr-tist a person who produces works in any of the arts that are primarily subject to aesthetic criteria. 2. a person who practices one of the fine arts, especially a painter or sculptor. … Continue reading

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The Grey People

  The grey people live their lives  behind grey walls eating their colorless food passing through featureless streets wraithlike touching nobody  touching nothing that would spark windows merely reflect an outline a shade nothing of substance grey skies, grey clothes, grey spirits memories of the past fading, rubbed away  of … Continue reading

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Angel

fallen angelbruised and wearyraises tear drenched eyes to heavenhardly dares to breatheclutching tight the last shards of hopethat Someone searches alsofor her. fallen angelraises her hands in supplicationdesperationwith no expectationsilently waitswith nothing left to loseas promised,pride went before she fell.

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Taize

  The stylus amidst dark groves and green, city of tents and bells their knell draws the faithless and the full to gather o blessed lady your Son crushes me under His words and silence held captive in depthless painted … Continue reading

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