Thursday, April 26, 2012

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Fireflies communicate spottily, but accurately.

X x Tomorrow there will be fireworks, and then,
back to the chain of living and dying,
pleasing and ornery. The process-shot whereby
scenery overcomes tedium, porch-sitting.

Tonight we have tension and oneness,
arcane, arousing.
-- john ashberry

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Called to see if your back was still aligned

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“You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.”
-- ee cummings

Friday, April 13, 2012

Thursday, April 12, 2012

then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow

Sunshine Sunday


"Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing
Looking into the heart of light, the silence"
-- T.S. Eliot

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep

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there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
-- bukowski

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

I went where the water was flowing

Another windy day at the beach:

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