Tag Archives: longing

Peony

This peony is an empty house/ In which each of us recaptures night. —Jean Laroche In the panting still of night, a peony, trembling, fragrant, blushing bright against the dark matted vines of memory, in which lovers, tangled and throbbing, … Continue reading

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The Lighthouse and the Labyrinth

A thousand and one labyrinths, maybe more, filled with the lost and forlorn, weeping, yet never losing sight of the hidden lighthouse, that favored legend of which rumors have prevailed, to guide the dreamers, in the way that secrets whisper … Continue reading

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Wistful

“It was back into the mind of the young man with cardboard soles who had walked the streets of New York.  I was him again—for an instant I had the good fortune to share his dreams, I who had no … Continue reading

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Autumn

I close my eyes and I see her again, a silhouette, near to distance, and dissolving– the autumn rain taps its seminal code for longing onto the trembling glass of a window closed.

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Transcience

Where were you last night, my dreams asked of my silence— Between worlds, I longed.

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Throb

It is the caste of throb in which words, palpitating, line up to serve a poem’s desirous need to know your longing as an open source.

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In Search of Lost Time

A meditation on memory, longing, storytelling and spiritual homesickness.

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Transience

Where were you last night, my dreams asked of my silence— Between worlds, I longed.

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Corner Shot

The word on the street kept him waiting for a dame made of ink-wet dreams.

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Obsession

To be claimed by that which you can never possess– the cyclical deficit of longing in bated arrears.

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