cdxliv. my love

September 7, 2006

and when it gets darker, there will always be the moon: creamy like her skin, heavy like her heart, constant like our love.


cdlxi. marian

September 5, 2006

the desire to hear what you’re up to as a tale of glory is so strong in me. i go running to have something to do.


cdlx. ???

September 4, 2006

who knew the sky was so heavy? who knew speed could catch light’s comeuppance? who knew together they would sag, ruffle, catch, and molt?


cdlix. be warned

September 3, 2006

don’t think for one fucking instant that i don’t have a heart.


cdlviii. might be you, might be me

September 2, 2006

the mirror’s not convincing–that at-best inferred person.


cdlv. nostradamus would be ashamed

August 31, 2006

why predict sexual dysfunction when there are tidal waves in the offing?


cdliii. imagine

August 29, 2006

if you will, three mice. contrary to what you have heard, they are not blind, but are in a spaceship traveling near the speed of light. this makes them unavailable for your supper, yes.


cdxlix. cf

August 25, 2006

i love your words more and more, the delight of similarities differently read, falling like cold but romantic nights.


cdxlv. learn to look beyond

August 22, 2006

real treasures must be peeled apart much the way you’d peel an onion: a layer at a time.


cdxli. until

August 18, 2006

last night, after the rains, in that moment of mindless oblivion, you called out his name.