Vermillion Gallery/Bar, Seattle WA
Showing posts with label night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label night. Show all posts
11.19.2011
6.17.2011
1.20.2010
(Cinnamon Sticks and Frosted Lips)
Digital dictation isn't fair enough as I fumble for pencil and paper, to record fledgling breaths of anticipation and agony. Not of this time, staggering souls slide into syncopation, slipping out through tunnels and rabbit-holes. Frolic young ones, flee like the rabbit on the first frostbitten hemlock, nuzzle and kneel close to the ground for her hidden messages.
Through the forest, rear window, birds eye view. Swallowing the sleepy buildings like sugarcane-kissed strawberries. States slip by beneath in a linear involuntary manner. Power lines prophesize permanence and destination. Day blends to night tastes like cinnamon sticks and frosted lips.
Through the forest, rear window, birds eye view. Swallowing the sleepy buildings like sugarcane-kissed strawberries. States slip by beneath in a linear involuntary manner. Power lines prophesize permanence and destination. Day blends to night tastes like cinnamon sticks and frosted lips.
6.26.2009
(What Actions)
what actions?
once again the
power of the pen prevails
(like winds in sails on the seas of anonymity....)
we are but vessels of this
sacred space,
time,
place
me in the palm of your hand and
squeeze
so
tight.
There are no more actions here tonite. . . .
Inspired by a blog post of JMG.
once again the
power of the pen prevails
(like winds in sails on the seas of anonymity....)
we are but vessels of this
sacred space,
time,
place
me in the palm of your hand and
squeeze
so
tight.
There are no more actions here tonite. . . .
Inspired by a blog post of JMG.
10.01.2008
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