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After an avalanche 7-17-14 D1

I already know the dangers of exploration.
Not everything searched for is lost.
If I became snowblind while walking alone in our Arctic,
and your words froze in the air, 92 more words


Love Letters should never be print 7-18-14 D1

If our native tongue is body language speak it freely. I’m reading a line devoted to your waist, written down the turns of your hips, inked in nightlife light, eloquent and beautiful. 66 more words


Listening to Marsalis 7-18-14 D1

When I hear him I let go of the notions of class, classics and classical. I dissipate. I am songstress with ink for voice. I break the bars, the measures and refrains lived in. 189 more words


Wordless Haiku #1

The blogosphere is a FUN place to hang out!  I was reading through the posts in my blog reader and found a friend who is doing this weekly… 114 more words


In crooked streets young voices cry flowers (16).

Cummings, E.E. Paris. Seghers, Paris, 2014.


Lost In You

Sleep conquered me

like the darkness of a rainy night

As I waited for your arrival.

And when you touched,

I quavered like the fire of a clay lamp… 100 more words