ValentineValentine Emotion explodes like a picked rose before The petals fall. Our mutual perception Devastates through ripples spread from the snap, And the revelations dropt from your lips When enshrouded in boneless nervelessness, drawn inevitably into cocooned slumber, frozen out of being into the in-between I am existent and feed on life’s odors. You pull out of me trembling newborn as the sun Raised up with bird song. Poised we have been fixed Together in each other and in beating hearts That fill our step with a beat to march to And spill out a spiraValentine
Suburban JungleSuburban JungleSuburban Jungle
“The result is temporary yet timeless – a restful garden rich with inspiring details.” Sunset Magazine February 2008
On the edges of airy patio set with white chairs and a table, a perfect square of sun-sparkled concrete
dug out of the darkness, ghostly figures masquerade, lofty faces turned up to the sun.
With rustling gasps they push at one another with spindly yellow-green fingers bleached by the burning light.
From this nexus a web of lines spreads like cracks in a windshield, knives of light that pierce
The
Joe FroggerJoe Frogger: 200 year old Marblehead, Massachusetts spice cookieJoe Frogger
You don’t start with the basics, but with sugar creamed with butter into sweet granules of sand and grease like the drippings from a wet coat hung up on a peg or the leavings of a dirty boot upon a welcome mat. Then you add the rum, spiked with salt water, frothing and settling with the beat of the beaters like waves lapping against shore, imbuing with a living warmth that braces against the wind and wet, aromatic fumes soothing out wrinkles, the burns left by a hemp
Guttering CandleGuttering CandleGuttering Candle
Warm air blows through the vents as the family gathers, pulling on robes and slippers, around a glowing evergreen tree, piled round with presents, while an icy fog presses against the windows. A boy makes fish faces against the blue glass of a fish tank in the dim waiting room at a dentist’s office, echoing in the irritable silence. A mother slams a round of dough onto a floured surface while a boy stands watching intently at her elbow. A straw bonnet with a pink paper flower, &
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