Category Archives: 1992

Halo

I watched you in the sunlight standing over me. In that one instant you didn’t seem to belong; out of place; out of synch; as if the sun had dropped you upon this earth. Pale hair, golden skin, tawny golden … Continue reading

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Untitled reflections

When I was twelve, I remember looking into your eyes as you yelled. I tried not to cry so you couldn’t take satisfaction from it. And something changed. As I looked into the glass of your green-tinted windows, I saw … Continue reading

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Serenade of Fruit

Is there a difference between love and infatuation? Can Utopia appear on earth? My heart is a fruit: firm, fresh, ripened fruit. The tough exterior is hard to penetrate, but once you are through, all is sweetness and nectar. Please, … Continue reading

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Stars

Sitting on the gnarled wooden chair, the stars rush by my feet. I reach to see if they’re really there, but they’re gone. The sky’s too far out of reach. I know life, but only see the part that fades. … Continue reading

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The Bird

A small grey bird hops along the fence, his tiny brown claws clutching the wood. Though it is cold, he can feel content. He is at peace though the harsh gale blows. He does not look at himself to see … Continue reading

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Loneliness

The sun is too bright and the colors too crisp; too much to be real. A house full of emptiness cries for life. Sprouting weeds wave tauntingly in the wind. Broken glass lies all around the door. The sagging porch … Continue reading

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Significance of Insignificant Moments

A young boy leaned against the tree, sleeping, his head pressed back against the withered trunk. Rough bark gently touched the back of his neck. Simultaneously, the two life-streams beat together – old sap and young blood joined for just … Continue reading

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Insomnia

I rose from my restless sleep to roam through the house in a half-awake daze. Nothing but my own mind could keep my attention. My gaze shifted around rooms, settling like dust on random objects only to be swept up … Continue reading

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Trust

If I lie on a rock, regardless of weather, I feel its heat. If I close my eyes, despite the slowness, I see the earth spin. If I listen hard, thinking of them, I hear the stars. But if I … Continue reading

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Crystal

Spiderweb thin cracks at the spots where people have skimmed by already reveal a glint of gold just under the crust. Any distinguishable lines remain covered by tiny mountains on either side of a sharp track. Perhaps it is a … Continue reading

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Precision

In this place, brick by brick, hour by hour, the basis of mankind grows: a systematic deception; a specially developed spiritual experience. This is a class in reserving, obtaining, preserving the soul. Etiquette for the mind’s eye. Spoon on the … Continue reading

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Hunger

Huge, dark eyes stared up out of the thin, peaked face. A poor mouth opened as wide as it could; A gaping hole leading to emptiness. Tattered shreds held to the body in strips; slight attempts at modesty. Brown, useless … Continue reading

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I pledge…

I pledge a region of my tag to the United Plates of Hysteria and to the salt lick; one for each hand. One ebullition, under sod, with fig trees and lug nuts for Paul. I hedge a kitchen to the … Continue reading

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The Orb

The rain fell in spattering drops, down upon the ground. Life-giver, thirst-quencher, healer of the earth’s wounds, it gently hit the mustard yellow grass with soothing coolness. The parched ground stretched out its arms to the pure, glittering blueness. A … Continue reading

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