Through the speaker
The sound of her voice
Entered my heart
With ambrosial grace and presence
The sound of her voice
Entered my heart
With ambrosial grace and presence
Tag: love
Waiting
She peered out
From the darkness
With the sharpness
Of a scalpel
From the darkness
With the sharpness
Of a scalpel
Dissecting
The possibilities
Of his late arrival
The Fabulous Commodore Ballroom
Sprung floors
And musical tours
And musical tours
Jazz & blues
And swing and twang
I’ll always remember
When kd sang
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S[he] be[lie]ve[d]
She believed.
He lied.
Normally, that would have ended it.
The saddest eye I have ever known
There is a sadness in her eye
Resolute
Time worn
With a history
The kind that lingers an entire lifetime
The kind that drags others down with it
Resolute
Time worn
With a history
The kind that lingers an entire lifetime
The kind that drags others down with it
Still, I can’t walk by
I can’t walk away
The Story Machine
This is the Story Machine
It loves tragedy
And violence
And Happy Endings
It loves tragedy
And violence
And Happy Endings
And so its stories tell us
A world all out-of-kilter
At war, and in poverty
Has Happy Endings
The Jesus Effect
On an otherwise cloudy afternoon the sun suddenly breaks through, casting rays down onto the Andaman Sea and its Karst sentinels. “The Jesus Effect,” I say, loudly enough so Katrin can hear me over the engine’s roar and the ocean sloshing against the Thai longtail’s hull.
“What?”
“The Jesus Effect,” I say more loudly. “When the sun comes through the clouds in shimmering rays like that.”
Breathing Fire
If I could build a castle
Post sent’nels breathing fire
Would you wear glass slippers
And deign to call me sire?
Post sent’nels breathing fire
Would you wear glass slippers
And deign to call me sire?
If we could live a fairy tale
With spells, I would acquire
For you the gold that glitters
Our true love would inspire
Love is easier
I am as baffled by our ability to love as our ability to hate, and especially baffled by people who seem to love hating. How is that possible?
I no longer have the energy for hate. It brings me no pleasure, no relief, only tension, pain, anger.
