Love, in its mating pitch to molecules, amounts to a sort of glyphic jazz or totemic bebop, upon which cherish patterns its founting signature. (Artwork by Gustav Klimt)
(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Monday morning. I sat in my yard, drank coffee and flipped through the newspaper, eventually making my way to the section I had been avoiding: the classifieds. With perfunctory listlessness I circled the jobs that … Continue reading
Agony, a skinned aesthetic drawn from the ash and resin of martyrs cast to perish and runes. (Artwork by Guy Denning, inspired by the 1928 film, The Passion of Joan of Arc)
The graffitied veins of the cosmos bleed a ruptured interplay of so much noiseless static in God’s ears drumming to shape wonder. (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)
The weather tonight? Snow on fire, with a chance of desire, dark and wet. (Image: Isabella Rossellini)
Moonsongs cry their own rivers through the cloudmade mouths of babes in woods at night when all the livelong world is a lush ballad awash in the whirling flakes of broken hearts slivered with mercy and there is always room … Continue reading
She came to know him through the brushwork of fingers– Light, the common touch. (Image of Charlie Chaplin meeting Helen Keller)
The woman, smiling, gave her man one more reason to feel endangered.
