Tag Archives: home

Sanctuary

“It is on the plane of the daydream and not on that of facts that childhood remains alive and poetically useful within us. Through this permanent childhood, we maintain the poetry of the past. To inhabit oneirically the house we … Continue reading

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Homing Device

The soul doesn’t calculate, it syncs itself to the legend of its origins, the glyphic runes and white-hot bones of constellational remains, where we, in costumed exile, linger and tow the fasting freight of dreams, upon which our lives are … Continue reading

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And the Chairs Watched Silently

An awful rowing, this sense of going nowhere, with home the fool’s goal.   (Artwork by Giorgio di Chirico)

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Candles

One for each of us, happy born-day, dear sister– Beyond human reach.   (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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Porchlight

The porchlight in one’s personal heaven is always on, solace through staid aureole for orphans wandering heartsick in the dark.  

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Burn

The out of womb blues, torch song on code red alert– Slow burning for home.

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Cradle

Fearful symmetry, the shape of deep, fragile love– Winter’s cradle, stirred.

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Drawn

Storm’s furious lash, pane of glass caulking sorrow– Home drawn in softly.

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Bensonhurst

Bones of my birthplace, splintering in rapid tow– There’s no place like home?

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Waves

Beaten back by waves, Salvation’s mirage on shore– sailors dream of home.

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