Make-up was her second face for years. She lightly applied blush for rosy cheeks. Perhaps embarrassment or coyness. A spent life being overturned scrounging for seconds like change. Another foundation, another skin tone supplement to confer humanity. His dead body survives for another night’s celebration because of her art. She kisses his cold lips and [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Creation’
Outlasting Life
Posted in Poetry, tagged art, Creation, death, life, make-up, man, William James, Woman on April 6, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Why I Laughed
Posted in Poetry, tagged Creation, existence, physical reality, Woman on September 9, 2009 | 6 Comments »
Inside her I see endless space frightening enough to make me laugh. A miracle on fire. And in her face is a path, an abyss between lips that cross my wires stopping me from delivering messages. Thin red lace hugging her hips and the quivering confessions of my agoraphobic finger tips as if playing a [...]
Kenosis and Kinesis
Posted in Poetry, tagged Creation, destruction, kenosis, kinesis, relationship, sacrifice, things on August 27, 2009 | 1 Comment »
She keeps from going to pieces by visiting the world and seeing the stars from the top of my car above moon roofs but below the reflecting surface of lakes and when she goes she takes me with her. We see where we are going in the puzzle in the sky and written in cracks [...]
Mosh Pit
Posted in Poetry, tagged anger, Creation, impressionism, mosh pits, music, selfhood on July 25, 2009 | 12 Comments »
Man is an impressionist movement with clear signs of their creator on the tracks of there skin every scar, stretch, and stroke from hate and love of self, of others; from them. Some for a reason others by accident, an untrained creator a late night falling asleep with a cigarette in your mouth. At a [...]
We Knowers
Posted in Poetry, tagged air, Creation, freedom, genealogy of morals, ideas, knowing, land, Love, matter, relationship, sea, Woman on December 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
We stand, I sigh we knowers on the edge the pupil-less eyes of the over class peering through our share of knowledge. To remember our history is to watch it happen again powerless to the sky brilliant blue abyss and to tell it we don’t care we kiss, I sigh. I sigh, we stand our [...]
Watching Woman
Posted in Poetry, tagged Creation, destruction, History, life, moment, Woman on November 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
She made short pauses in speech, of the short this was the shortest because she was in great haste to stop. Her eyes widened to catch words from the air felt fragmentations were in reach – that is what called her to stop, and wait. Shrapnel remaining from some big bang tiny seconds ticked and removed [...]
A Metaphor?
Posted in Rough Draft, Short Story, tagged art, cities, cons, Creation, destruction, hoodies, music, organization, pascal, science on October 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Black and white cons. Tattered jeans. The t-shirt with a band’s name. A hoodie. A cloudless yet thundering sky above. A soulless yet sacred pavement below. Amidst an elegantly constructed rubble there is an art. Sharp angular buildings carve a new sky – one determined by arithmetical precision of point A to point B – [...]
Nitty Gritty
Posted in Poetry, tagged Creation, destruction, honesty, Poetry, reality, selfhood, truth on September 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I I have never felt a baby kick I know only my mother tongue I have never lost a loved one to tuberculosis nor a nation to exile nor my life to myself. I have lost faith to philosophy only to arrive at a new faith. My generation has never been tyrannized or oppressed – [...]
