Daily Archives: April 21, 2014

… When I am finally ready to admit I don’t know how it will end, I go back to the beginning: The moon, bone white and beaten still in an inky sky. You, hands open as though you are trying … Continue reading →

… She’s born of ebony, slightest fingernail edge pinching the dark. She sparks a low hook, waxes forth, swollen by invisible spill. When she’s had her fill, she wanes, carving her -self from fat balloon back to golden smile, filing … Continue reading →

. It’s not in their roots anymore. Who can tell? There’s not much written…they’re fighters, too. What’s the problem? I don’t understand the problem. I wasn’t there, but I think- It’s irrelevant. I would not talk about it. I know, … Continue reading →

… She’s only got two parts you need to know from the start: …………itchy fingers, ……………inky heart. …    

.. Keep it simple, Sweet: (mind) reading, (sky) writing (And let’s just skip the ’rithmetic.) I’ll buy you the moon, then swallow the sun; we’ll both be stars. The sky and all its knowledge shall be ours.       … Continue reading →