YOU… – Jewel -

You with your
gentle lightning
spinning like Orion,
full of muscle
and all the patience
of stars.
Hooked upon the pinnacle
of a desire
that arrests
itself,
caught on the crossfires
of what could be,
my mind turns to you:
A pin hole of light
that softly hums
and murmurs
whose blurry edges
beg to come into view.

meowrrrrrrrrrrrr

do I have something in my teeth?

do you really want to know?

Florence Sand Dunes, where I once dropped my camera

There are angels written in sand grooves, clouds, angels written in leaves.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Would you join me, or shout, “Bring on the angels, the bright waterfall of angels tour?”
 
 

I am supposed to write.

I need crayons. I have them. I need markers. I have them. They sit in empty coffee cans. They are waiting to be used. Use me, Periwinkle screams. Use me, Marigold screams. No! Use me, Gray screams. I will use all of you, I will bide my time, my dear ones, I will not only [...]

A shade of Blue

Blue. That’s it. Blue.
When asked what I sound like… he said, “You’re Blue.”
“Blue?” I ask. I wonder. I pause and think. Blue?
“Yes, Blue. We all speak Blue. Some of us speak Dark Blue. Some of us speak Light Blue. Some of us speak Royal Blue. Some of us speak Midnight Blue. Some of us [...]

the Earth

 
                                          speaks to us in whispers
 
listen
 
O Earth, wait for me
 …toward which corner of the mountain no one can tell, in these misty clouds; it is only beginning, the beginning of an ending, ending a beginning, thus.  …toward which direction the rooster points, the door faces North, downward pointing to the gates of Hell, my good sir.   [...]

sun

I’d like the great ball of fire everyday.
I’d like blue skies.
 
 

Innocence Unveiled

They bounce in through the door backpacks in hand,
slung over shoulders, mouths agape. “Emma!”
“No, Emma’s not here. I’m here.”
Puzzled, they sign, puzzled hits the forehead,
puzzled hits their wide eyed mouths full of wonder-
ment.
They toss Spiderman, Hello Kitty, camoflauge, pink and blue into
the closet, find their seats, ask, “Emma? Orange juice, please.”
I’m not Emma.
They sit with magnets [...]