finally.....

in the space between dreaming when our conversations are true and alive in the pleroma

magnet poem

in shadow
forget remember
need no need
hold all nothing
find the infinite with
empty hand

poem of song

inclined to write is an am i do.
inventious of arbitrary lyrics and syntax
i conjugate freely
i ritually cannibalize thought.
my verbs delicious bits of brain
rich viscera of intuitive intent
i love to taste them as they come
sung, spit, grumbled
or lovingly hummed
tumbling over my tongue in
labial palatial participles
tickling my teeth

joyful melancholia

soundtrack to my life right now...VERMILLION LIES

"if you look at the ingredients you'll find you're allergic to me"
NO GOOD

hit the ground

ee cummings painting

i miss my lover , more , i miss my friend
the open field my wild ponies run in...
















i am a little church (no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope, and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

~ e.e.cummings ~

i AM here....

tearing pages from a flaming dictionary...
spinning contradiction into paradox...