Kaleidoscope lights slipped past the fibers of her blindfold. And she twirled.
…and she twirled….
… and she twirled. Continue reading
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Monthly Archives: July 2011
Mosaics
I am haunted. She rattles around in the bones of this old home.
My face is a mosaic. The pieces of me that belong to her show themselves now. Grouted, my features separate in the glass. I understand Picasso now, his disjointed women with their eyes all cattywampus. Continue reading
Tug of War
I felt the line go slack. It snapped in two and fell.
They can’t find her pulse. Continue reading
Pomegranate
I’ll share a seed with you
and I’ll plant Time
on your lips.
Eternity will be the blossom
of your every smile.
One day we will shake the
flowers from a tree
and watch the petals float
upon the waters of the Lethe
And I will eat of your fruit
And you of mine.
We will be reborn in every smile…
