1Walkingblind

Sweetly sifting sand          through fingers each       with lifted eyes, we engage a Romeo star    on Juliet beach. Comet trails of stolen   light plucked and       placed on gentle   tide, until at last our sifted sand lay scattered by the shorely breeze,   on blue-like Monet, sea foam     painted, where waters rose and             flatly washed. The wave, it came, its     breaker tall, like high and skyward spires reach,     and severed from the moonlit sky a Romeo star    on Juliet beach.    

I found a man in my garden bed, Picking herbs for his wife, he said, For she was hungry and heavy with child. "For greens, your daughter is mine," I smiled. So after the birth, I took her away To a tall, doorless tower where she would stay. I was her mother, she my one care-- "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair!" But then a prince came and stole her young heart, So I cut her long locks and let her depart. I took her tresses for my own And saw how beautiful I had grown. Then I wondered: could I, too, Find a prince so valiant and true? I married a king, to my delight, With one daughter named Snow White. Though his age w

Of silent thought | or suspect mind Are fine and few aware. To heed each mind | one meets with words Is a lesson learned aright. In cradle's cradle | half-conscious I lay Next a white-armed woman bright. From her warmth | and wiles of fire And launder of lips I got. Held together | next the hearth With kidding connotation. The bright made guarded | her garments well But love lays low such fears. A name she'd none | else no name to give To rejoin requests made, Yet with poise | with pose and words She took my temper from me. Along her lips | a lingering beam And quick craft of her wit Bestowed for her | my being inmost And heart heavy-bea

A warm, lilting melody wafted through the nightclub, nimble fingers dancing over crisp black and white keys as the song of the grand piano drifted down from the stage, filtering between the irregularly spaced tables to fill every niche and recess of the dimly lit room. The lone figure in the spotlight moved gently with the music, her long chestnut hair billowing down her back in loose waves and her wine red dress fanning out around her knees as she sat on the worn leather stool. It was not a complex song she played, with no difficult notes or intricate rhythms, but there was something about it that was so enthralling, so entrancing, as if eac

"there are ways and ways to have a love affair. Above all, one must not be serious about it." i sank into my spine and my stomach flattened out like the bottom of a weather system, clouds rolled in and i thought i would see sun before another, cold lonely sickness. the machinery behind my hips, coordination of my fingers. There are boys sitting next to my flowers made of 20 dollar bills, they come up like stray dogs, gentle words- what are you doing here, my you smell nice, that perfume, and may we kiss you on the tongue. i looked at them and said i'd rather stick nails in my hands. i went home drunk and closing doors and there was

P o r q u é ? ? Una pregunta demasiado común para mi gusto, usualmente sin respuesta correcta, y sin tener quién la responda, es difícil imaginar una pregunta más original, cuando lo único que piensas es el Porqué?? Más allá de tus razones terrenales, y tus delirios mentales, debiste contestarte ésa misma pregunta, más de una vez y probablemente, en cada ocasión la razón no era la misma. Tus padres te lloraron, tus hermanas te enterraron, pero yo sólo veía, me mantuve a una distancia segura, bajo la sombra de un árbol seco, meditando sobre: el Cua

All I disparage! Summed up- marriage.

I relax comfortably in my endless insomnia as I watch you collect each delicate breath. Your breasts rising like waves of the sea, each strand of hair roaming wild and free like midnight stallions racing thunder. I remember the blissful hours before. How could I not? Your ivory canvas was still freshly painted with marks of my animalistic hunger, a craving that lingered eternally in my soul. Lust led me on a conquest of your land where I drank from your springs of love and bathed in your warm comforting sun washing away years of wretchedness. You are the reason for my insomnia. Why close my eyes, when they can feast on you? I

Violent verisimilitude; vaudeville vigilante vanquishes villains!