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Velvet Morning: May 2012
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Monday, May 21, 2012. In that certain light, it'd look so beautiful.". The trees formed an inner dome that key holed the moon. As we crept through the undergrowth, twigs fled to our feet, begging to be broken by a side step, a stumble. I could feel the plastic eyes watching as our fingers knotted through the dark. You'd discovered someone's secret, and we made it our own. Labels: bombay bicycle club. In my own words. Wednesday, May 16, 2012. The God of Small Things. Tuesday, May 15, 2012.
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Velvet Morning: March 2012
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Monday, March 19, 2012. Tuesday, March 6, 2012. It rains inside of me. Your picture is my wall. My coffee is your blood. The pillow is a morning glory,. With it's impression of your head. Labels: Frank Lima poetry. Bring me your savage. Education, tenderness that flows. Like my blood, erasing me; each morning,. Dusted with stars, the memory. Of ash, on spreading wings. Chains, embracing the. Bottom of the world. What a gift, to be turned inside out. A carnival of orbits and fire,. Into a brilliant comet.
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Velvet Morning
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Monday, September 9, 2013. THE VOICE CALLING YOU HOME. Take off your dusty traveller's clothes. Leave them right there on the road. Someone will run you a long hot bath. And say, you can soak as long as you need. Hear the knocking on your soul. Asking you to answer the door. Leave your taskmaster's clothes on the doorstep. As someone has laid out your artist's clothes. They are clean and bright. Smelling expectant and new. Waiting patiently here for you. Someone has turned back and warmed your bed.
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Velvet Morning: February 2012
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012. A small sigh chased the phrase from your lips. The morning you called me beautiful. I was a dirty smudge across the white sheets. With the faint scent of nicotine. Shifting around my face and limbs. Flesh clung firmly to fabric. As I tried to smother my wild grin. Pulling at my cheeks. Certain to break free and greet the sobering light of day. Labels: in my own words. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A Clock Without Hands. Married To The Sea.
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Velvet Morning: December 2012
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Saturday, December 1, 2012. By these bonfires in my spine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). In these tongue-tied times, this is for the homeless hearts and anxious fingers.". View my complete profile. A Clock Without Hands. Married To The Sea. The Spice Box Of Earth. I feel renewed I feel disabled By these bonfires i. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Velvet Morning: April 2012
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Friday, April 13, 2012. When God Was a Rabbit. Do you believe in God, Arthur? I said, eating the last piece of sponge. Do I believe in an old man in the clouds with a white beard judging us mortals with a moral code from one to ten? Good Lord no, my sweet Elly, I do not! I would have been cast out from this life years ago with my tatty history. Do I believe in a mystery; the unexplained phenomenon that is life itself? Do you think a rabbit could be God? When God Was a Rabbit. Labels: Ben Giles artistry.
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Velvet Morning: July 2012
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Wednesday, July 11, 2012. Playing the wall at singles bingo. Did anyone hear me cry there. Through a toilet stall divider? I swear i care. That's right, i'm like everybody else is. Ashamed of sleep, i lie when a phone call wakes me. Labels: Lawrence Martinez photography. Wednesday, July 4, 2012. I am thinking of you. You are walking in your street. You've turned up your foxfur collar. Labels: Olivia Larrin photography. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A Clock Without Hands.
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Velvet Morning: November 2011
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011. Your poetry in my skin. Labels: Dara Scully Photohraphy. Wednesday, November 23, 2011. I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete. I need to get out of this city. Lay upon the ground stare a hole in the sky. Wondering where I go when I die. Tuesday, November 15, 2011. Forever is a very long time. Snake eyes roll from town to town like marbles on a map. We humble creature know no comfort. judas chair for luxury's lap. When it sinks in. We'd flee to little egypt....
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Velvet Morning: January 2012
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Saturday, January 14, 2012. Friends of a friend that are too damn gorgeous for their own good. Flickr: http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/43273179@N04/. Labels: Ben Giles artistry. Wednesday, January 4, 2012. Labels: J.R. Furbush photography. Monday, January 2, 2012. Bathed, shaved, and oiled,. Your legs are two skinny dolphins swimming. Between the mattress and the layers of bedding. Turning in your drug dry sleep. When I ask you to kiss my pulse. You offer to start the shower. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).