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Secret Hunt of the Gatherer
09:27 Aug 27 2008
Times Read: 1,187






The world is gone mad and I am following.

Nostalgia hugs the Morton’s girl,

Pigtails and mary janes, umbrella raised

Against a storm of salt as though she knows.

"When it rains it pours." A hurricane is coming.

Weathermen stick their hands under her skirt

And yell like baseball players, “Mine!”

Fucking arrogance.



Catch my eye.

Catch my eye

God, catch my eye!

I can’t be shocked.

Nothing is shocking anymore

And it’s too expensive,

Too damned expensive.



I want myth.

Primal beneath the stars,

An urgency to explain all -

All that surrounds me.

I need monsters in my night,

Rocks for an armory.

Atlatl and buffalo.



I paint the symbols slowly on my body

As I pray the words that keep me safe.

My magic is strong;

My scent is sharp like clay

And the skins where I lay

Naked beneath the night sky,

At one with the moon

Who is still my sister.







It is a mad existence, the one that believes it understands itself.

Your Residue
23:05 Aug 26 2008
Times Read: 1,219






I want your metaphors out of my head,

The oils from your fingertips off of my skin.

I want to unsay words that were said

In a weak moment of grave temptation.

Confluence
22:07 Aug 26 2008
Times Read: 1,232

Hunger doesn't know rain. A man with a pack on his back limped in after the young couple who sat quietly in the lobby, tapping their feet in the puddles that formed around their soles.



No i.d.

No home.



Just a story that wraps around the room and gets us nowhere. But it's dry inside and the air smells of microwave popcorn. They answer a few questions and I know.



Like a gypsy who peers into tea leaves

And finds your future in the dregs,

I can read hunger.

It lives in the eyes and the angle of the jaw,

Summoning me by name in a shifting posture,

Calling me to see.



Dignity counsels me to feign hunger, to invite them to share in a lunch I didn't need. Shy handfuls of crackers, MRE cheese and peanut butter. So gracious at my insistence that I not seem rude eating in front of them. We snacked and drank tea through a short interview that told me less than Hunger ever will, Hunger who travels on gestures and whispers from creases that frame the eyes.



Hunger doesn't know rain

Where there are miles to mark,

When day and night are equally dark,

And home is the lonely whistle

Of a mythical, faraway train.



Still here, the man with the pack on his back, brushing rain from his face while he stands in place

Looking strong and steady, lost already, and I know before he blinks it away.



Hunger has been his companion today.

PRIVATE ENTRY
07:31 Aug 25 2008
Times Read: 1,251


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Stepping Forward
05:01 Aug 22 2008
Times Read: 1,296






It was my one wish,

Repeated inside my head

Each time you spoke,

Masking the words

I did not want to hear.

My terrible wish.

Each morning

I button my shame

Into sleeves I will push up

So that my hands can work.

My hands must work.

Only genuine fatigue

Can purchase me another day,

A temporary absolution

That I cannot confirm,

But I feel its truth anyway.

God, we scattered

God, we squandered

All that mattered

While we wandered

To our opposite corners,

You where the ground

Rests heavy on your chest,

And me, life-bound,

Drunk with sound

And new hope found.

Forgive me my wish;

Kiss my forehead finally -

Let me know I'm blessed.

Evensong
19:35 Aug 14 2008
Times Read: 1,359

Fly to the sun, Vespers

Soar and scorch a wing -

Fall to the earth. Bleed.

But, please God, sing.

Sing to the south wind

You, the willow reed.

Weep where you have sinned,

Grief arched above the sea,

A brackish sea of all you've freed.

I am the tears you ached into me -

Time to trust, time to shake.

Free fall, baptize your need.

Swim to the moon, Vespers

Breathe. Drown. Oh, Venus, awake.

Evangeline Eve
06:58 Aug 12 2008
Times Read: 1,419








Sandalwood oil

Rubbed warm

Between my palms,

A scent that aches my chest

As I comb fingers through my hair,

Longing for yours instead.

Your hair, dark and spicy

Like New Orleans herself,

A lady with secrets.

Elegance and torn lace,

Cigarettes, ink, exotic face.

I see you

I dream you

I can damn near taste you

On the river breeze.

My river,

Calling your name in the night.

My voice,

My breath.

Spanish moss caresses

And my perfumed tresses

Drawing you home again.

Bound
02:01 Aug 12 2008
Times Read: 1,668

I can’t lift my feet.

A calm falls over me

Like the face of a man

Who is nearly done choking,

Like the hands of a man

Who is nearly done drowning.

Close my lids

So my eyes can move,

Moving on primal grids

And tell me a story

Of the man who

Flew too

Close to the sun.

And I wonder…

In that moment,

Did he swallow the sun

And learn how to live?

In this moment, can you follow

The arrows

On the road to forgive?

At any cost to me

At any cost to me

And I wonder…

Why can’t I fly?

I’m so weighed down to earth

Where I live out my days

I’m free to fly clear from earth

In dozens of ways.

Icarus falling with wings,

Wax covered feathers

And magical things.

Oh, let me dream

Through your nightmare scream

And I wonder…

Why can’t I fly?