Tag Archives: Stars

Darking Anya

   Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark. Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d make a tent on my bedroom … Continue reading

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Dance

I get so sleepy and restless and roiled and charged. If only they knew what they called world was simply a clusterfuck of particles dreaming of dance partners.

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Astro-Erotic

Orion’s numinous belt undone on the sly by Cassiopeia’s nimble, flaring digits, as he proceeds to enter her whorling sphere of glacial fire spread lightly to produce cosmic aaaaaahs and oooohs, while the green-eyed Moon, papal and robust, records the … Continue reading

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Gypsy

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.

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Walt Whitman

Of myself and stars, he sang in forked, unsigned tongues– Words his place-holder.

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Wonder

Ancestral traces of us, unbearably light– Infinite wonder.

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Glint

Star-rise, to the belt of dawn, we have been sworn in by Love’s chastened edge

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Starry Night

Stars, the luminous freckles on God’ night-face, or angelic winks from afar, lovingly rendered by a painter named Vincent who bore clearly his scars with exquisite faith.

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Crescent

Rupture in the night, sharp crescent benediction– every fool hooked.

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Anais Nin

Portrait of a gaze, fixed to a remote star, caving– Form follows distance.

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