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the truth of fire is inside the circle of heat all the rest is just a shimmering beauty
Beauty makes me sad Makes me grieve I see what I must leave From “At Cross Purposes” By Samuel Menashe What plates a lustrous thing will tarnish. You were the silver moon, light of my night, beautiful and … Continue reading
I have this bad habit of answering the question you did not ask. I think it will snow tonight, silky soft and murmurating like your bare footfalls down the sloping strand to the saltwater fringed in lacey necklaces of kelp … Continue reading
I can count my ribs through the skin when I reach my hand blueskyward and it makes me feel strong as a stag and beautiful as the immaculate architecture of sunbleached bones on the hilltop lea.
Your spun copper hair Swirls, an auburn coriolis, And beneath the circular flow A storm’s mascara’d eye Watches me circle, too, Like we’re spinning down Banks of the whirlpool, Centrifugal, that Wall of Death My favorite poet called The nearest … Continue reading
The irresistible attraction of the shimmer of evil was his mantra, wedged between his conscious and unconscious minds, between his essential self and the world around him like a thin latex sheath, a kind of mental prophylaxis, and he could … Continue reading