Saturday, January 8, 2011

looming worlds

rows and rows of books surround me here
i adore them,
there edges at attention along the rim of the shelf
covers, dusty & curled with age & use
from winnie-the-pooh & narnia to carlos castenada .....
i could swear the books on dragons move about the room .....
changing location as they feed off of peter rabbit or harry potter
they should venture into the other room, as i believe they would enjoy a bite of something bleeding out of palahniuk .....
but they fear oriah mountain dreamer i think
words .....
into worlds that breach the skin
quicken the pulse
i understand this magic, this carpet ride ....
i do the inviting - opening the book to release the spell.....
but how do you control something that pierces the fabric of your skin ?
that fires & shatters beliefs beyond logic & reason
countless waves of something-you-can-not-name, that zip
and weave against an invisible tissue tower of bricks & stone
wrapping that fortress in blue silken softness & golden threads .... sprinkling it with orbs of light
vanishing from your targeted aim,
then attacking some other black, rotted structure and
the lack of control, dominance & command is startling
and yellow .....
..... careful how you move
careful how you negotiate the treaty
do you struggle, concede or merely ..... enjoy the shift
.... quietly move from the room before
those dragons smell something new, fresh & alive

Friday, January 7, 2011


give me a page
give me a blank page & words that have been wrung into my fingertips
pressed & coddled & tsunamied into my fingertips
words that will change & move & open
words that cause you to close your eyes with abandon & delight as you hang upon
the scarfed hope of this buttered moment
words that evoke honesty & truth to puddle on the ground as these 3 inched of rain
you will get wet
words that
hate anger bullies injustice poverty
give me a page
a blank page
and marshmallow daggers of possibility
in which to etch across the sky the wonders of a world
made of light & love & that delicate moment right before you bite into a ripe peach
let me say something about trust
let me write words that lead you home
let me tell you that you are beautiful
words frosted in the glorious rising of the moon
and out-lined with integrity & compassion
trust in your humanness
love with all you heart
and pay no heed to nay-sayers & fear mongers &
people that say
give me a page
allow me to sculpt
be kind
and just give me a damn page ....