Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Stone #26
One rich, round, ripe Sardinian olive. Green, stuffed with pimento, steeped and plucked from a pot of salt, garlic and oil. Redolent.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Stone #25
sky, a grey wall of light against which trees are sculpted, fills, halftone, chiaroscuro, then the crumbling darkness
Monday, January 24, 2011
Dog Walk
I think we're going for a walk. My dog thinks we are going out to search for edible garbage.
Stone #24
snow gloss white Carrara marble word waves in vein fizzures quarry cracks flattened snowdrop the deadly chiselled delusions bootstomp
or
or
(a shiny field of iced snow)
or
snow gloss white Carrara marble word waves in vein fizzures quarry cracks flattened snowdrop the deadly chiselled delusions bootstomp
or
snow gloss
white
Carrara marble
word waves
in vein fizzures
quarry cracks
flattened snowdrops
the deadly chiselled delusions
bootstomp
bootstomp(a shiny field of iced snow)
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Stone #23
To lie down, pull the sheaves of powdered words over me, a bleached sheet of snow in the sun.
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