tiny fingers tangle pressing spark my soul, arcs tracing lines. the laughter in her warm, soft face speaks a silent choice to mine.
Monthly Archives: October 2009
As the house burns… reluctance implodes, and each sad heart reconciles. In ashes, Love bares it’s soul intention and bravely dares to smile.
Be with me, My little writer wrestle angels, daybreak waits. Lips divesting, whisper fervent snare the fool who needs no bait.
Her burning proceeds over leaves, between blades., Subdues the Low Crescent, then takes higher aim and recruits the sweet crocus in luminous cast, As of balcony, stage, or street corner gleams, and the soft, warm earth vignettes our awe. From farther we see, she crawls the Necropolis. Slides past resting sleepers and blossomed remembrance, To [...]
A continuation of the Story of Ibex and the Button: Tempest’s fingers worry the hem of her skirt as she sits watching Briggs run from tree to tree with a loud exclamation to each encountered trunk. There is a level of mischief in his play today that would concern her if she hadn’t spied the [...]
In tightest dress they enter, Greedy eyes on folded tables squeeze three sides from every square (the finest boxclips in their hair). For each fork, two tines four times each, eight fines reach those branches low with cashiers; hiss flat cheers for porridge. “Half an ounce? I’m famished, Trish!” “Let’s have the check for damages, [...]
