"Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness."
Khalil Gibran

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Lacuna

Yonder on the shore 
Is a woman, weeping.
The Black Rider and Other Lines
Stephen Crane

Shadows of the Lagoon and Naiades
Mikhail Vrubel (1905)


I

With cold fingers pressed to rib-bones,
I delve for the empty space below;
undetected, this cavity,
and once abode of my heart.
It’s no easy matter to find as deserted a place
where blood now pools without a beat,
that I should dip my pen in such ink
to write of loss upon this page.



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A fragment for Flash 55 PLUS!
If you haven't already read The Black Riders and Other Lines by Stephen Crane, I recommend it. I have found it to be most inspirational in style and subject matter.

Friday, July 29, 2016

Wish You Were Here

Vintage Tinted Postcard (1927)
Made in Italy


I have lost the art of living on land, walking
… now you have unfolded my wings
I don’t want to come down from the blue
… the earth is thorny, dirt sticks
Here the rush of air lifts my hair from my cheek
… a rumpled bed must be remade, sheets smoothed
Show me, again, how we two can lean into the wind
… how falling and soaring are one
Oh, my love, take me. Let's not speak of grounding.


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Let's Send a Postcard to the Imaginary Garden.