dash meander

strange landscape

2011-09-22T15:56:00.000-07:00

acid rock

2011-03-09T17:12:00.000-08:00

strange girls have powers

2011-03-07T23:02:00.000-08:00

curious

2011-03-07T22:59:00.000-08:00

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willow

2011-01-10T13:42:00.000-08:00

berlin, years ago

2011-01-09T02:49:00.000-08:00

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faded earl grey

2010-10-27T18:10:00.000-07:00

faded earl grey
makes a great backdrop for fate
and school photos.
a waste of paper
and pottery glaze,
bring back the free days, i say.

pile up the peppercorns,
remove the lid of the time capsule.
hidden inside are the dreams of kids
squinting into the distance
tiny lipped and optimistic:

i'm gonna go fruit picking
i'm gonna learn linguistics
i'm gonna be prime minister

in the deep end

2010-10-27T18:01:00.000-07:00

coral ballet

2010-06-02T02:47:00.001-07:00

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sand storm

2010-06-02T01:28:00.000-07:00

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sugar bones

2010-05-23T20:36:00.000-07:00

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totem

2010-05-19T00:32:00.000-07:00

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gangster's paradise

2010-05-18T23:53:00.000-07:00

half moon

2010-05-13T01:21:00.000-07:00

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diamond cycles

2010-05-13T01:08:00.001-07:00

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awake

2010-05-13T01:06:00.001-07:00

dancing with abandon

2008-12-02T11:28:00.000-08:00

inside the fractured memory of an automobile,
the waxing and waning of the spoon,
upon a timeless piece of mind furniture,
brings me into the new room.
silver soldiers sit on shell-shocked haunches
tarnished and puzzled-
not as alert as they once were.
meanwhile gravity in the room makes lightheaded
messes of everybody, including me.
static electricity makes hairs stand on end.
the luck pond has been drained
leaving behind seaweed
and sick kids on the mend.
the morning light is welcomed with sighs
and great mountains of cereal
while my fuzzy tape deck
is trying its hardest to make friends sane
and friends of friends become friends
and bones warm on week nights.
dance moves differ depending on the day
and the amount of abandon.
you are more careless than me.

creation

2008-11-27T13:01:00.000-08:00

i make patterns and hide them in dark places
i make magic just like in the dark ages

going exploring, leaves

2008-07-16T01:46:00.000-07:00

please don't disappear, nice hair

2008-05-18T21:56:00.000-07:00

shoes

2008-04-26T21:08:00.000-07:00

flowers and the wind in the willows

2008-04-20T01:21:00.000-07:00

this is wind in the willows.
this is not bravery,
i am trying to form a clear picture in my misty head;
truth over mystery.
a caravan next to the sea
with no cyclones in sight.
my ear listens to my pillow at night
and i am giving it my best shot
to dream superfluous dreams.
i hear the drawl of idiot-tongue
and cactus words from my memory.
my hands carve stone steps that lead up to your mouth
as you rest on the riverboat, amongst the willows.
those oars are not ornaments, you know.

the mystery and the mountain

2008-04-12T23:33:00.000-07:00

bat and gold, congratulations

2008-04-05T20:02:00.000-07:00

man with dog, strange elephant and other animals

2008-03-19T00:31:00.000-07:00

a black bat flies out of my street as i enter on my bicycle. how is this night going to end? will my head hit the pillow and flow forth a stream of peculiar dreams? darker that the bat's breath? or will my bicycle topple into the river of silent night, chain and bell complacent in the murky stream?
am i weaker than a gust of wind or stronger than a snowstorm? fighting bouts of laughter, or too serious for the library? an ocean, or fog on the window? breakfast or lunch? none of my stories make sense, anyway, but i hope the light is strong and warm and a small gust won't topple me.

the globe turns itself inside out and betony lends a hand

2008-03-14T23:02:00.000-07:00