PURPLE CLOUDS

  In that garden of the many meadows of my mind plants grow down from purple clouds carved of cotton catchable candy and seek substance from the surface and not the ceiling. In that garden of the many meadows of my mind fences are painted with faces familiar and mouths to catch kisses if you’re […]

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THE OTHER SIDE

  What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration, from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander of noise […]

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DAFFODIL DREAMS

  I climb clouds between the night’s blanketed sleep, a billowing blossom of smoke that never chokes the mountain moon, where the world is a warm walk through a blue breeze and the only plight is to find your path within a forest of daffodils on a prairie of peace. On a prairie of peace […]

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I AM…

  Beau, tu sais? Tu es beau, c’est vrai. Non, I say, ca, c’est pas vrai. Moi, je sais d’autre chose, mais beau? Non, I say, je ne suis pas beau. Fragility I know, mon ami s’appelle fragilité, pour lui je porte a smile, comme de vêtements, like a shield, mon sourire est beau, ca, […]

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AT THE SETTING OF THE YELLOW LIGHT

  I held your hand in a taxi, once, while thinking of another as you whispered into my ear, a sound I no longer remember, a scent now a breath away from touchable. I cannot hold everything anymore, not everything nor everyone. I recall the yellow light yearning to hold its own innocence stretching through […]

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MEDITATION UNDER THE YELLOW SUN

  I wanted to draw the sound of the moon on a sun-drenched beach stripped down to white sand, white wave, white skin starved for affection. I wanted to draw the silent sound of that moon as the chaos of the current crashed down on the crowds clawing at each other for a moment below […]

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IN THE SEOUL

This city does not sleep, the wind is as wistful as thoughts I cannot gather, here on this sojourn to the south of Seoul. Horns honk along highways to wake drivers out of day dreams the night cannot decipher so we buckle up and giggle briefly in back seats but I cannot see those space […]

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