Image via Wikipedia The Family smoking dope behind the school with the elders who teach with fists what it means to be family with promises of protection growing into pubescent manhood secretly hoping to get ...
Category Archives: Poetry
Language Universal?
Image via Wikipedia the language of poetry is the language universal. so, what does this mean to the ...
Silence I (the beginning)
enter into something unknown not realizing what It is going to ask or expect. It sits quietly, in dark corners of the mind, hiding behind shrouds of the soul waiting waiting to be approached waiting to be embraced waiting to inflict its power It lies there in that Neverland between between sleep and wake between conscious and unconscious between sand and shore, only exposing itself in brief, unexpected places, where It is allowed ...
The Articulation of Eating
biting, tearing, ripping grinding, chewing, gnashing, gnawing, mutilating, mastication, swallowing, traveling, sloshing, processing, it all comes out in the end. Image Courtesy of Phtotobucket
Hidden Joy
God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box, from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed. As roses up from the ground. Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish, now a cliff covered with vines, now a horse being saddled. It hides within these, till one day it cracks them open. -Rumi It is hidden behind the bright green eyes, under ...
An Exchange
This is the life you've been given. Well...it fits too tight Like those jeans of yours You know The ones in the Back of the closet The ones you last wore When you were seventeen going on thirty. The ones you tried on Last week When you felt that desire to Make an exchange, To return ...
To Begin
This post is part of L.L. Barkat's (Seedlings in Stone) Giving Away A Beginning. Go a visit to see the many other great posts on beginnings this New Years Day! It Is Good begin: to come into existence; to bring into being ((Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary)) it started with nothingness it was ...
Form of a Poem
Image by faith goble via FlickrForm of a Poem the supple softness and gentle curve of the breast. the river of flowing hair tossed over a small curve of ...
The Mirror
the mirror the mirror stands as a testament to imperfectly reflect that which is real, the surface reflects what we need to do we see dimly, looking hard for his seal behind the veil which separates the worlds of here and now and of eternity which, in part, we are shown by his heralds, glimpses brief 'til called to see completely, our journey ...
In The Image Of Man, In The Image Of God
Ok then...I've been sitting on these few lines for several weeks now wondering where they might lead. I need to throw it out there for some feedback, good or bad. Does this look like it will go anywhere? What feelings are evoked when you read this bit? Maybe it just needs to percolate a bit longer... Thoughts? ...