joined on 08/28/07
last updated 03/13/09
|
about me
I'm the underwater type. I love sharing and feeling moon tides within my blood, my body, not necessarily at the same time, but I wouldn't object.
Wavering, wandering, trying to remain. Tame. Solitaire. I always cheated at that game, to win.
Everlasting. I have always been here and always will be. What a dangerous revelation! It comes around again and again.
Dream twins. Dreams change.
Connect or not. Perception is nothing ...and everything. All the same. All one. Choose or die.
I want to save this creature from burying himself alive.
Always the savior. Because you can't save yourself and neither can I. Doc says it's beca...
read more
We climbed onto a raft, cut loose the anchors and sailed away. Naked, longing, needing nothing but each other. I'm talking survival. Day or night it doesn't matter here. We're sobbing, making this music, and letting ourselves drift out to sea.
I remember learning how to love as a child. I remember it now, clinging to you like my five year old body clinging to a mother that only remembered love when she'd been deserted. It's ferocious. That feeling. All consuming.
The taming of an imperf...
read more
I swallowed the moon and rediscovered that I am alive. I hid from the sun and squatted in the dirt, to bleed dark moon blood into the earth because it was given to me in solitude. I pressed my fingers squishing the clots like grape or cherry jelly to show that I am not afraid but in love with truth. I kiss the mouth filled with forbidden fruit and at times like this I only make love to hands.
Hands with the spirit to borrow pocket knives and scrape flesh from bone. Clean carcasses in the r...
read more
we will be
full-moon lovers
Birthed
in lunar darkness
conceived
in the bloodline
altogether our first phase
One cycle
swaddled
from the beginning
in serpentine rags
juxtaposing
we form the crescent
Origin bound
by reflection
coming to life
spanning on
Passing over our fabric
of
circles
Intoxicating
seductive
Mon, November 5, 2007 - 7:21 AM
permalink -
1 comment
things that don't mean a thing no matter how much I imagine that they do
9 1/2 hours of sleep. 5 days
Crying myself a nosebleed.
On a towel.
They couldn't hear my heartbeat.
I'm washing the sheets.
A campground is not on my horizon.
Neither is lemon-aid.
We will not pick strawberries together.
I will never again hold her hand while gazing at her soul.
Her volcano found her in the red light breathing me in.
That last one was so hard to type past.
I went ...
read more
genesis infrastructure
(blog entry)
Wavering, wandering, trying to remain. Tame. Solitaire. I always cheated at that game, to win.
Everlasting. I have always been here and always will be. What a dangerous revelation! It comes around again and again.
Dream twins. Dreams change....
read more
suspended in the bliss
(blog entry)
We climbed onto a raft, cut loose the anchors and sailed away. Naked, longing, needing nothing but each other. I'm talking survival. Day or night it doesn't matter here. We're sobbing, making this music, and letting ourselves drift out to sea.
I ...
read more
a serpentine lookout
(blog entry)
I swallowed the moon and rediscovered that I am alive. I hid from the sun and squatted in the dirt, to bleed dark moon blood into the earth because it was given to me in solitude. I pressed my fingers squishing the clots like grape or cherry jelly...
read more
relative geometry of the sun, earth, and moon
(blog entry)
we will be
full-moon lovers
Birthed
in lunar darkness
conceived
in the bloodline
altogether our first phase
One cycle
swaddled
from the beginning
in serpentine rags
juxtaposing
we form the crescent
Origin bound
by reflection
c...
read more
one face, in the process
(blog entry)
things that don't mean a thing no matter how much I imagine that they do
9 1/2 hours of sleep. 5 days
Crying myself a nosebleed.
On a towel.
They couldn't hear my heartbeat.
I'm washing the sheets.
A campground is not on my h...
read more
|
