[ “Give me a wildness whose glance no civilization can endure…” -Henry David Thoreau ] There is something in me of savagery. I feel it, gripping in my chest, caught in my throat, A cold wind whispering on my shoulders sending chills down my back like streaks on cheekbones of black sap and ash. I […]Read more "Untamed"
One oar dips in, then the other. long pull, move forward. Day one of seven-day getaway. Earlier, sunlight at rakish angle, your dazzling, your shimmer, reflecting in the mirror where we both stand, hair messy and bare abdomen. Then, we prepare – a flurry of activity, as adventure cuts through the glassy stillness of morning. […]Read more "The Lake House, pt. 1"
#allwedoismakelovepoems Single admission – $15 Couples discount – 2 tickets for $20 ALSO AVAILABLE – Special “Date Night” package – 2 tickets for $80 The Date Night price includes two tickets and a romantic care package carefully crafted by a local caterer, including specialty chocolates, gourmet nibbles, and wine pairings from local vineyards. -Limited Availability- […]Read more "Make Love Poems! – Live Poetry Event, Feb 25th"
Skin is the most beautiful barrier that I know of. On the coast of Belgium, I strip bare and let my dignity disperse with the wind. I taste freedom, ether dribbling down chin. I let my bare feet splay like cats claws on the beach. Always, I am full to the brim with the inheritance of my […]Read more "Makeshift Cosmos"
I am only just now discovering my taxonomic location my niche in this slithering, cryptic existence filled with birdsong, neil young, and full, firm lips. but even the small uncoverings of the past 13 months are suspect. I suspect that they are not the product of sturdy reasoning, but merely true in the same way […]Read more "Location, Location, Location"
On a sunny day last August, I was perched on the bluffs in West Van, off of Marine Drive, just soaking in the scenery with shopvac eyeballs, basking in sunshine and salt spray, when I had this incredible urge, overpowering even, to whip my cellphone off the cliff as hard as I could, and if […]Read more "Cellphone Swandive – Confessions Of A Closet Luddite"
>> “Digitalis |ˌdijiˈtalis| (noun): a drug prepared from the dried leaves of foxglove and containing substances (notably digoxin and digitoxin) that stimulate the heart muscle. It is used…ORIGIN late 18th cent.: from the modern Latin genus name of the foxglove, from digitalis (herba)‘(plant) relating to the finger,’ from digitus ‘finger, toe’; suggested by German Fingerhut ‘thimble or foxglove.’” [New Oxford American Dictionary] Digitalis, drug obtained from the dried leaves of the common foxglove […]Read more "The Digitalis Project"
“Every poet who is writing has love poems. More accurately, every person EVER has love poems – even if they haven’t written them down, there are bound to be love poems and little scrawled notes of hopes and dreams, stacked up inside of them, like old newspapers lining the hallways of a hoarders apartment, waiting to […]Read more "Entrez Vouz"