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I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured. Advertisements
At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.
Hell, according to Sartre, is other people. When I arrived, god knows where, silence, dust, clouds, a time-scarred sign and not a soul anywhere to be found, I began, in earnest, and jest, to wonder if Sartre was right, heaven, … Continue reading
So near to this thing, this love, chastened, on shore’s edge– Forever, dear, yes. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
Some launches do not require propulsion but rather firm solid rootedness to this floating world. (Photo by Anne Brigman)
The house, the chair, the vintage attire, the cloud-pastried sky with no limits, time and again she projected herself into someone else’s life, their memories and reality, and saw herself reflected as if a happy mannequin behind lucent glass.
Clouds, how we graze upon the incalculable breadth of God, storm watch notwithstanding.
Will you marry me, and promise to be mine forever and ever? Yes, she agreed, one foot in the grave, the other scraping forward.
Within the plum-dark consciousness of God’s mysterious mind, Stars tells stories of unsung psalms seeded piercingly bright.
I have seen the stars travel in caravans at night, cursive gypsies aloft in God’s darkened mouth, the moon, a minted coin, or silver eyelet, peerless in its glint of visions and voice.