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The stars dwindleand will not reward meeven in triumph. It is possibleto shoot a manin self defenseand still noticehow his red blooddecorates the snow.
M’lord, the stars no longer concern themselves with you. DruonBright uncanny music was beating through the room.We had comeafraidto seek some long rangeand less threatening deathfor usbut the coffee fouled with memory and I spoke through a mouthof unshed tears.Your…
Scaling your words like crags I foundsilencespeaking in a mouthful of sunand I say you are youngfor your lips are not stoneto the rain’s fallI say you are lovely to speakin a mouthful of sunnor does summer await you. I…
Speak earth and bless me with what is richestmake sky flow honey out of my hipsrigid as mountainsspread over a valleycarved out by the mouth of rain. And I knew when I entered her I washigh wind in her forests…
As my heart burnedI discovered memoryturning the sky to dustyour deathinto a simple prayerfor rainand nowremembering youslowlybecomes a ritualrobbing us both.New fires movebetween me and your sacred faceflashingon and off in the corners of snapshotsand in tonight’s weather reportwhere I…
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Your lashes leave me naked in the square.But I have bled on prouder streets than theseso, my executioner, beware!The song that haunts you through the treesas you ride home to comfortwill not leave you at your door.The warm maid brushing…
A letter in my mailbox says you’ve made itto Honduras and I wonder what is the colourof the wood you are chopping now. When you left this city I wept for a yeardown 14th Street across the Taconic Parkwaythrough the…
Woman powerisBlack powerisHuman powerisalways feelingmy heart beatsas my eyes openas my hands moveas my mouth speaks I amare you Ready.