Tag Archives: Beauty
Inspiration, when two worlds converge, unplanned, and you serve as witness. Advertisements
The sun, like a brandied dream, slips away beneath the world’s ending, or beginning, same difference, by the sea’s ancient gauge and meter.
Nostalgia, backlit by a warm, gashing flare, scoring Time’s passage.
You can feel it in the air, a razory sheen, all the childhoods that were lost or stolen or seized or buried to model catacombs and secret lairs, are returning to the surface bigtime, the reclaimants growing new teeth and … Continue reading
To pour, unrestrained, Beauty in her cups, and burbling fount, a lasting refrain.
I thought I knew a lot, explanations analyses profound conjectures nothing new under the sun stupid is as stupid does tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow marathon swims in the think tank and abstractions wrapped like leaden scarves and flags round my neck … Continue reading
I always saw the humanity behind his thick-lidded eyes, the small child, begging for a banquet of golden crumbs to appease the motherache churning in his heart and stomach. A thousand lions pitted against a studded chainsmoking beergutted gladiator, I … Continue reading
It is not me you are looking for, it is you. We dress and undress as mirrors, conscripting images to burn and cherish, to reveal and reflect the many sides of a lighted front, a sideways turn, modeling love in … Continue reading
The greatest lies I learned as a child seperated my soul from its choir, a violent breaching that took the littlest me to the far ends of my self, where I found, in dwelling, Beauty, untrammeled, opening her palm to … Continue reading
So this is the mouth which has given lather and freight to scabbed pearls, this, the passage, where screaming daisies have weeded out spells of violence to sunder Beauty’s veil.