Tag Archives: fragments

In memory of a sun

‘Tween still trees and tall shadows I wait for your voice. Throw the grey grass  A word of warmth. —————  The mother of a close friend and artist friend passed away yesterday. I heard so much about her, she was … Continue reading

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Door to door the road unrolls. No place for my load. Wood, paper, iron, rust,  Every door seems closed.

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Steps

I step – – into the dark. My feet find the snow. Each breath slices down. The sun sleeps in the earth.

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The wind says..

The wind says, Dance, and I fall into the storm. There is no choosing which way I turn. It is always to the rain and the deep growl of the dark. Glistening harmony, my bones sit knowing, in my blood … Continue reading

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A tiny rivulet of adventure

Once, there was a tiny rivulet of adventure.  It lived between two pages of a dusty travel book, in the wrong section of the bookshop. Not just this. The book stood the other way around, because it was a bit shy. … Continue reading

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The last pleasure

Each time before the dance began, the spider span a sweet, calm coast of cliffs with his mouth. Fire blew tiny gold demons across the rocks and into the spider’s legs and hairs, taking him into the flight of imaginary … Continue reading

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What a dance could be

Shall we talk about what a dance could be? A thousand stories and moods could be told through just one step. The possibility of interaction through some form of gestural motion, or a hummed note, does hold a certain amount … Continue reading

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