And yes, they find discarded husks of locusts in the tall slick grass. And yes, flies of all sizes make of themselves offerings on the altar in the downstairs room. This place, a cell of silence, flame, and smoke. Clinging to the fabric, tiny eyes separate from once alive bodies. The wall, a larval manifestation […]
Always we walked in the whole awful everything of it, teeming with incessant joy. What do we know of patterns and paper? What do we see of the difficulty of awe? What will this time say? Arms, legs, teeth all locked. Words all locked. So and yet and still returning. Pensive and late and blister and rot. Distracted, it […]
She gets quiet after each full moon, her intuition waning almost immediately. Before, a culmination exploding, something more than ever could be. But now, all of her eyes, swollen and foggy, lock from the inside. She takes, again, to eating flowers. Floating on the thin nest of spider silk and honeyed salamander skin, she watches the heaving trees. How do they withstand so much? Each gust a battering snarl crawling hard from cloud to bough to trunk to deep root shiver. She bends not nearly so much. All back ache and bruised knee. All busted lip and broken skin. On the edge of the dew damp bushes one crow thrashes its morning meal. The snake, like an old worn out shoelace, flops dead in the bird’s clenched beak.
I need music like I need air. Music is a lifeline…a message of hope from the world beyond….especially in suburbia. So I have to say that I’m thrilled to have found the most exhilarating, truly wonderful, perfection filled indie music blog called 70dayweekend, which introduced me to TV Girl and oh so much more. And yes, maybe I’m gushing, but music does that to me. Happy to be rejuvenated, and feeling gratitude today for the life-giving, soul-enriching, dancing-on-the-bed-inspiring power of music and music lovers everywhere. Enjoy. Dance. Love.
We couldn’t do it otherwise. Silent through doors, in chairs, legs of and cushions. Press the meat to dried lips, red on red, and wrinkled love. Frozen knots of light flicker through plastic. And once we walked in green and fallen brush and spring. We lurk and trample. Leave scars. Creep slowly across the wall. Imagine we know something of […]