Tag Archives: home

Pulse

Behind the ghosts, further ghosts. Lives carry on, infinitely layered and bottomless. There is no stopping or stopped. Home, placeless in its capacity to hold space wherever one goes, between pauses, to become.

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Innocent When We Dream

From the series, Japan Poems The longing for peace in loving sync with repose– The softest route home.

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Measure

From the series, Japan Poems. We all must take it, the long slow measured walk home– Be kind in passing.

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Vagrant

Near to the bone warming and wildly grazing in solitude not lonely but rather alone in the company of words stories voices enabling vagrancy within most cherished intimacies rooting me home.

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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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