Month: November 2009
Solitude
darkness leads to light to darknessclock ticks and days go byyou dream of smelling a different smell andbreathing in a different breath andfeeling a different touchyou’re not here you’re not therenot today not tomorrowthe streets outside are crowded but desertedthe air besides the shoulder is emptywanting to hear andwaiting to be heardmirror o mirror tell me what is truehow the red differs from bluemasqueraded, you explorestep ahead to step outephemeral indulgence, little respiteyou step back …
The Girl in my dream
I met a beautiful girl in my dream. She is there in the garden playing with cherubs. I have lost my way and see her accidentally. With nobody around to ask for directions I decide to approach her. I enter the garden in a slow and diffident manner unsure as to how she is going to react to me. She seems deeply engrossed in her act of playing with cherubs and has little cognizance of …
Blackholes in the sand
in the small hours i realise what i have donein the small hours i realise what i have donei held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the cityi held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city andi could not feel the flower in my hand i could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand …Gravenhurst “Black …