Daily Archives: April 3, 2015
… She’s an island of jazz records sung, trumpet and drums that thrum like a hum -mingbird with three hearts. She’s all indoor fins and endorphins revved and ready, treading water and sweating salt, defunct humanity at war, waiting. Stay … Continue reading
(Repair Work) .. I’ll click, you clack; some trick to get back to what we once were. I’ll stall, you stay; we’ll fall in love that way, with a whisper and a whir. ..
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul? – Walt Whitman .. Are we not sinew, chamber, skin and sigh -lence, slice of moon and sun’s golden violence spit-shined into daily sway? Are we not bone … Continue reading