Monday, March 30, 2009

Thursday, March 19, 2009

prince igor


always running around my head.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

the dinner faces



found journal- first leaf

01.01.08
the fumes outside my door standing tall
hibernate to protect the stones I have left
habit has me set to run leaving tiny
remains of boulders in my wake
you have dug moats and sewn your seeds
shatter you're on your way from buildings tall of ivy

01.02.08
the stink of old perfume wafts
strongly back, hitting and
sticking to the inside of my
nostrils, windblown acid rain
it smells of brandy and peonies
rusting my lungs as it dates
the expression on my face
wiry silver strands set into rings
stuck by the ages fall down
to ivory rivers, feathered leaking
plum stained lips
is there love inside that fur rimmed coat?
immeasurable amounts.



Monday, March 9, 2009

rachel howe







for the love of mel

3:00 am, can't sleep, stream of consciousness.

we look like
the internet
truck stop
information highway
cybercafe
cyberpunk
lunch
cyberspace
cyberlunch
hyperspace
"I can't wait for a piece of url pie!"
"I'm thinking bhtml on rye."
the internet
internet sandwich

Saturday, March 7, 2009

moon sighting 03.06.09



LAST NIGHT
RAINBOW MOON


"The ring around the Moon is caused by the refraction of Moonlight (which of course is reflected sunlight) from ice crystals in the upper atmosphere. The shape of the ice crystals results in a focusing of the light into a ring. Since the ice crystals typically have the same shape, namely a hexagonal shape, the Moon ring is almost always the same size.

Less typical are the halos that may be produced by different angles in the crystals. They can create halos with an angle of 46 degrees."


Thursday, March 5, 2009

03.05.09

in the soundscapes you create
I connect
more than I can with my own thoughts,
and it's more than an inner ear puppy love
more than a shocked shiver.
more than the pumping blood,
dancing opalescent inside me.
shearing inhalants, the wind howls,
a deep breath pressing
weak trees fall eaten by stomach acid,
pins of fir making evergreen homes for knighted bacteria.

I have a ticket for you to scrape the marrow from inside my bones.

I have a date to send shooting flares,
up and down the blood alive beat.