An Unexamined Life…

Let’s step away from. Him. Zarathustra is silent. No secrets whispered. Ananke’s perfume might be in the air, or it might be her ghost. J’ai marché sur ton karma. Faire le bien, c’est d’aimer aussi. Mon cahier ouvert au Huitième Degré… Sapere aude. Rien de mystique dans un sourire du matin. Only the knowledge that [...]

Red hair I Do A hunger need depth unimaginable Yearns she does, cries still as she watches angels sooth winter back to sleep She too Has As we learn to live as one at last, I know alone is relative

like a north wind blew through a house without doors froze a movement rising overturned a table laid like a tidal wave tidal wave against will and want the sand is still the sand is not moving in the place I know best the well where the winds and the tides don’t reach

On a morning like this, I wish for lonely nights. I wish I didn’t bring out the worst in people. This is the kind of morning I could hit snooze all the way till noon. Just not to face the trail of gray and pink I’ve left behind. Sometimes the colors fade, or blend, or [...]

It’s gonna be a glorious day! I feel my luck could change. -Lucky / Radiohead No, nothing has changed, moved, happened. But everything. The possible is so much wider. Looking at that painting for the first time in so many years. Never noticed the depth. The layers. The possible. And what if is within my [...]

  Even before my knee brushed his thigh I dreamed of nights without cloth between our skin. That first drop of sweat that I still taste on my tongue, that fire that ignited, that hunger that only grows as it's fed. I want. More. Out of breath more. Blind more. Screaming more. Sweet more. The [...]

I don't know what will happen with the site, L'écume des blogues. Will it stay online forever, or dissapear. But I really liked the concept, am quite proud of my contributions. I had to quit, just because, well, life kind of took over, priorities and such…   I'm reposting them here, for posterity my own [...]

     My jumped ships impassible, waiting for a storm that died out of wind long ago. The hulls full of, empty of. Waves written in sand. The voices fled along with the moon dreams ago. Night falls again. Maybe in the morning there'll be water. Maybe in the morning wind will come and kiss [...]

In the valley of my dead skin a river flows bearing liquid life. And over mountains it spreads and still it runs and drips and splashes. Breaking the wall of my limited imagination. Waking me up. And as my hands climb and dive warmth springs between my fingers. A morning like a cloud. A night [...]

The comfort of the other's words. The knowledge that emotions and thoughts run their course and sometimes reach our own stream. At a loss for words and yet drowning in them. And then… And then I want to write again. These Thingsby Charles Bukowski these things that we support most well have nothing to do [...]

A month a month what can you do what can be done undone. The lines are still printed and my shoes clutch at them, don't stray dontpleasestay stray go I have to go I have to step away the lines are cuts cuts in the regular programming. It's not quite quiet shhhhhh I told you [...]

*Swans fly and leave what's familiar. Realizing their freedom is what will save them. *I hope I make it. and I hope u make it too. thanks for reading, even when u didnt want to. *echoes barely noticeable when we think we were right. deafening when we think we were wrong. echoes easily heard, when we are alone "choices echo forever" *"She's [...]

Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountainThat is pouring like and avalanche coming down the mountain -Pepper/Butthole Surfers   J'ai soif. Je cours. Another one another one is here somewhere… Filled its pockets behind my back, full of [...]

Having caught glimpses, it makes it easier to believe. Beauty, in glimpses, goodness, in glimpses. It's climbing the stairs at the waterpark, getting to the top and looking down. It's being out of breath, reaching for the railing, wavering from the sight. At the sun drenched bodies, at the water drops flying off in sparkles [...]

Trenches were a refuge (a place to catch my breath) Trenches were respite (a place to lower my head) Trenches were silent and calm (a place to hear) Trenches were hiding depths I couldn't see (a place darker than the shadows) Trenches have become hill sides, mountain slopes, deep valleys. Trenches have swallowed me