Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Stone #60
In my fluid relationships, every incarnation of love in my life remains with me and carries me to the next wave, the next immersion.
Saturday, July 09, 2011
Stone #59
The fishbowl pushes the air aside. Fish hide in plants that grow underwater. Dart. Slowly slide backwards to the edge of the glass, and watch with one blue eye.
Friday, July 08, 2011
Stone #58
A new country was birthed in the world today. / My day of mundane tasks / the jubilation of the peoples of South Sudan.
Thursday, July 07, 2011
Stone #57
In my bedroom curtain, that I was sewing, a small dead fly fell out. Deep teal sheen under wings of sheer grey symmetry, vacant gaze of compound eye.
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Stone #56
Tonight I dug out of storage and heaved upstairs 30 years of private journals: these are my stones tonight.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Monday, July 04, 2011
Stone #54
My green ash is hermaphroditic and functionally female, knobby brown flower clusters, bunches of seed pods, a Niun among maples and cedars.
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