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54 Voices: April 2014
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014. Sitting by the largest tree. I asked for a burn over time and now I curse my wishes. Yet my heart knows you so close. For only a few steps in the woods. Doubting all steady direction. Such an illogical truth. Switchbacks and I am lost in thorns. Do not misjudge the hill runner. She is single path determined. Summer view of the late evening storm. Do I sing to the silence? Do I sing to any other name but yours? Thursday, April 24, 2014. The only to make venus blush. She's laying J...
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54 Voices: January 2014
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Monday, January 6, 2014. Leave me to come back close. My man, dividing fields between drinks and sleep. Do you know your lines and which ropes to give way? All those naked ponies trotting close behind. Do you see me hillside with my still bell ringing. After you've been leveled by ache, come to me down the branched twist. Push me free and loose, until all the red turns to white. Close your mouth around my pulled breath. Wednesday, January 1, 2014. We all take the cliff walk of the fool. Not so tall You.
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54 Voices: August 2014
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Sunday, August 31, 2014. In its headstrong place. Ticking and beating blood rush. A grip, an undoing. I see only you. XXmaybe XY, show me reason. Duality of the lacebacked and open. Beyond this longing,. And for all mind gone. The West, already gone. She saw wagons and nightlight. A girl, a man. A farm quiet, and fucund. Vested men and dusty cattle. Wetness dropped in spring, as calves of hope with heavy maytime light. Dark matter vs the known. Pillow side and mountain high. Do you see me? You need to co...
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54 Voices: December 2013
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Tuesday, December 17, 2013. I push off, to meet you later, turned over in a quiet space. Each day, a pearl on a string, strung with the aim of a straight arrow. To be hung on a neck, bowed hard by slings and stones. Monday, December 9, 2013. It passed you by and you missed it. Was it meant to be that way? There you are, unspoken, unspoken for. I hold all your names in my hand. Only this? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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54 Voices: August 2015
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Sunday, August 30, 2015. Why I don't care. Tell me about the emotion. White and removed, brillant ghost in the machine. Grinding gears, part monkey boned, part liver skinned. Such a heap of days. Given to alarm, and the back and forth. Not an emotion to tell sweet lady. Just smoke in the same sky you fell through. Saturday, August 29, 2015. Words have been given. Maybe spoken two times too many. About a terra incognita. Where singleton keys hang, lost to their homes. Broken instead of tumbling. And sudde...
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54 Voices: December 2014
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Saturday, December 27, 2014. The love object and owning my projection. The most ethical words of any poet-. While giving Saturday a deep finger lick, is to whisper something glancing:. Sleep with the angels.". He says this when thinking how ready I was. 10 lost months growing slick. I need none of my problems solved.). Hiding glanced skull joints, sliding fractals. Jagging in half time and quartered by the blunt force of river rock. I need all of my problems solved.). And always, ever there. To be no one.
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54 Voices: July 2015
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015. Against a late spring cheek / remembered as his unknown june. Held hope tight / as a hot solstice night. Black green in the shade / empty harvest in sun. So tired for the talk / ready for the going and the no other. From an other / death to the still walkers. So I let the general go they tend to fall backwards. As the lost do. Where no one thing exists. Pulling them back from the flow. Tuesday, July 14, 2015. Going to see the elephant. Of six states river strong.
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54 Voices: February 2014
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Tuesday, February 25, 2014. Please don't call me that. Saturday, February 22, 2014. Was there slash and slap? I am unsure if one late night. Was owned by another. I see the bladed fang. Of my toothed and red. I see you weak in my mind. I see the form of these bodies. The golden man,. The small and the dealing,. A women with her dagger hand hid. Still and dazzling, these two for the kneeling. By some heady flash, I tasted you. A mark and a show. My take and my keep. My teeth and my din.
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54 Voices: July 2014
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Thursday, July 31, 2014. Be my only summer. The gambler's heart was held full stop, windows down with the burn. To know time, and seek for the wait and call. Where all the dark nights were sent in for trade. Lead feet falling so serious. To let it lift off into a night sky of form. Colored, constant remembering/imagining your body leaning towards mine. Wednesday, July 9, 2014. My love rushes, like a hard storm. Falling water, filling blind spaces. Choking all the standing men in the canyon.
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