December 2006
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Consequences (Drink and Forget It)
Stone rolls down the hill through a frantic-torn path, past spin-cut thrown branches, and slim, depressed mums. Now roll it back! To crush we add spite! unsanctioned the fall re-made and unmarked… Then forget the wide-eyed, the sobs of cold children, left and hard-trodden, their flesh feeds the trees. Right to the side slip! Evade every compass! And find your own wayward port in a glass.
Creation question, and sundry baked goods...
A question for all: Do you believe that we truly create? Tolkien and Lewis believed that we sub-create. In other words, we mine what is already out there… inspired by the creator. We construct but never “make appear.” We build. We never never say, “Let there be…” I guess I ask because occasionally I look back at something that I write… and I like it but I...
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in nights of dreams before...
To trysts arrive untied and met with mothers mad I flee so unapproved and by un-reach She falls not even a hand offered dark eyebrows unamused We spoke it wrong again you never wanted fences you never twist the vines you never cut, you break and wrists are not so hinged so left to right we’ll try now take this arching blade and I’ll taste and we’ll nod and the rest will come when...