THE WEIGHT UPON THE WAVES

  And in the tide tight with time and its turning they left their posts, impaled upon the sand, impressed upon the land. And there they stood ten in heart and ten in tide for time to tend, impaled upon mind, impressed upon mankind. And on they marched up the land and on from shore […]

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CALIFORNIAN SPARK

Here in parks in Paris, France, I potter through a past so old and cold that it cannot be parted, we cannot easily outrun our own ruins while Cali beckons me with her rock and roll band; those make-me-feel-good brothers and sisters since seduced back to their former States and somewhere, in between, the loneliness […]

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BLINDING LIGHT

Blanket light, blinding in the back seat, not all light is light, the sun can burn through its beauty, the mind can tear through its thoughts as wheels will themselves across these bridges, feet too far from the ground to feel its gravity, we build our own graves along these roadside reveries. Blanket light, burning […]

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CATCH, IN 2 HEMISPHERES

— I hold a balloon, I watch it rise, this sphere of air, I hold this balloon and then let it go, watch it fly up, into the air, higher and higher, up into the sky and you too, in the south, you hold a balloon, you watch it rise, this sphere of air within […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 18; THE BEAUTIFUL BRINY

— The moon is a diamond dream, a sweet shadow of midnight butterflies drunk on sleep into which we seep like the blood red sun beneath the blue blood sea and we are waves in bottles bobbing along on the beauty and the briny, too intoxicated to think of our time being temporary, too insignificant […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 16; IDOLS OF INDIA

  Queue up, check in, board, sit down, take off, eat, sleep, movies, sleep, sky and sea, cross continents, curtail time, more sky and sea, more food, a hint of something hotter, then sand and land and then we land. Finally, fingers fumble over cameras caught in a current of silken sarees sweeping through streams […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 14, THE RUSTLING

  Rustle rocks, the night has murmured to the soul; Peace cannot rest in the shade for long, it seeks but a sanctuary for a season, Eden could not flower forever, there were other fields waiting to be found as fertile, other apples begging to be tasted, other counties where curiosity wasn’t a closure to […]

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