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Monthly Archives: December 2017
Poised
via ~philosophy~ – Tom (WordWulf) Sterner
Ode to Eos
Waking up to lavender skies, peeling off layers of sleep. The future comes from the east. Dreams and schemes of deliverance appear as opiate fantasies, spiders crossing the web of morning, dusty remnants of dusk. Eos resides in our spirits, … Continue reading
Meditation 1: Night
via ~philosophy~ – Tom (WordWulf) Sterner
Lowerly
via ~philosophy~ – Tom (WordWulf) Sterner
The Bicycle
Dear Santa, I’m too old to be writin’ you these letters. Truth is, I’ll be 9 in a few months and I been thinkin’ for a while that you ain’t real. But just in case you are there’s this cool … Continue reading
These Hands
These hands awoke in water to the voice of mother hum That first bit of solace I swam and sucked their thumbs When the outside invaded these hands made tiny fists held themselves before me punched holes in the mist … Continue reading
Quodlibet V
via Quodlibet: Introduction to V :Blood Trail/Lust Dark in the motel light vacancy room for prisoners saddle-sore cowboy truck-drivers ravenous to mount tickets to ride Amerikana momma rodeo queen hotrods to hell doin’ it with her boots on ridin’ on … Continue reading
Mississippi Blues
The sun was dark like a good blend, southern comfort, leeching energy from the day. Grayson sat watching robin’s egg blue paint flake from the cupboard. Her panties hung draped over the toaster where they had landed when tossed soon … Continue reading