February 2012
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January 2012
supermoon
few streetlights, fewer traffic lights. I can’t seem to speak. my speakers are broken.
bbbzzzzZZZZzzz, in stereo until we hit another pothole
– silence. time slows.
shy mind too content to spoil with words a straight and steady road unwavering, I round a blind internal curve and wait, impatient.
my eyes roll over miles of moon shadowed fields, trained away from you, framed within frames, for...
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indierawk:
New Order - Ceremony.
“I’ll break...
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dexsmementomori:
religion is dead
but god still breathes
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December 2011
Billy Collins, "Dancing Toward Bethlehem"
sharingpoetry:
If there is only enough time in the final minutes of the twentieth century for one last dance I would like to be dancing it slowly with you, say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel, my palm would press into the small of your back as the past hundred years collapsed into a pile of mirrors or buttons or frivolous shoes just as the floor of the nineteenth century gave way...
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“The one thing which we seek with insatiable desire is to forget ourselves, to be...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Circles” (via chrisayer)