Saturday, August 29, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly
Let Yourself Feel by Esteban Diácono
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Red for the blood I'd spill to own it
Who gives his heart away too easily must have a heartJames Richardson
under his heart.
The heart under your heartThe Heart Under Your Heart by Craig Arnold
is not the one you share
so readily so full of pleasantry
& tenderness
it is a single blackberry
at the heart of a bramble
or else some larger fruit
heavy the size of a fist
it is full of things
you have never shared with me
broken engagements bruises
& baking dishes
the scars on top of scars
of sixteen thousand pinpricks
the melody you want so much to carry
& always fear black fear
or so I imagine you have never shown me
& how could I expect you to
I also have a heart beneath my heart
perhaps you have seen or guessed
it is a beach at night
where the waves lap & the wind hisses
over a bank of thin
translucent orange & yellow jingle shells
on the far side of the harbor
the lighthouse beacon
shivers across the black water
& someone stands there waiting
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
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