Tag Archives: heart

Winter

Pane of glass, frosted, Winter’s pulse slowed to dream deep– Bare heart’s hidden spring.

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Sorrow

The one we love, maimed– incident of karmic fate or the heart in flames?

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Pillow

Heaven-rent pillow, to have, to hold, to protect– Fall wind blowing cold.

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Mother Teresa

Piety, unflinching, gaze of a thousand suns, rising, setting– heart guiding a numinous row.

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When Helen Met Charlie

Clown’s soft, open face, Braille for tender reception– found in translation.

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Gateway

  It is here in this place, this chaste hollow, where my heart, bare to touch and asking, reveals itself in equal measures as gospel and wound, singing softly its locks and ravels to reach another’s lighted room, unbarred.

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Scar

A jigsaw scar of light, outsourcing God’s inscrutable heart, a movable sear lost and found everywhere, as the mouth of the cave brightly attests.

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Call

Channeling the fire in my throat to meet my heart’s rising call, or, how the mating of arson and grace breathes new life into immeasurably just cause.

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Bellwether

Lidless, the fluent graze of dispersive light, Braille for the heart by which to envision, or, how a river of eyes, vim and bellwethered, cite Forgiveness to tow the pending divide.

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Totem

   Here, her mother said, pressing something into her palm.    A pinch.    A pinch, breaking skin, spreading blush and heat.    She looked down—her palm now tattooed with a tangle of dark glyphs; a concert of spirals, curlicues … Continue reading

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