In my dreams, Her lips
Red as ripe pomegranates
the Queen of Heaven
#2382
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#2381
Circles overlap
Body, spirit; sex, gender
But where? And how much?
#2324
A heavy gold coin
Hangs low on the horizon
The Morrigan’s moon
#2303
Inside every cat
Burns a spark of Egypt’s sun
Divine, eternal
#2302
Your hands are a cage
You let nothing fly away
So fearful of love
#2301
I am the sun disk
I blaze! I burn! I destroy!
I see all, know all
#2299
“Titanic”
Sleep, oh weary wreck
Salt water dissolves your bones
The tides soothe your ghosts
#2298
With these words I buy
A moment of sanity
Precious yet fleeting
#2297
Beneath shifting sands
Secrets slumber, dark deeds dream
The ancients awake
#2296
They slew the goddess
Buried her temples and name
Yet still she rises
#2295
Endless golden fields
Reeds whispering in the wind
There lost love awaits
#2294
Like all lovely lies
Your gifts vanish with the dawn
More harm than good, they
#2290
Bast be my lit torch
Protect me until day dawns
I walk in your light
#2289
I am a ghost town
Built around a dried-up well
Oh how the winds cry
#2275
“Silent”
amid ash and fog
there you will find an answer
beware the sirens
#2274
“Dyatlov”
a tent half buried
the wind keens a mourning song
footprints in the snow
#2090
clap for me, darling
I am a corpse filled with rot
yet look how I dance!
I am a corpse filled with rot
yet look how I dance!
#2078
wife slumbers in peace
between us the curled cat purrs
Saturday morning
#1982
oh, that first embrace
last embrace yet sole embrace
how teacups reverse
last embrace yet sole embrace
how teacups reverse
#1979
hello summer, please
strip me, scorch me, bleach my bones
are we not old friends?
are we not old friends?
#1971
o this fucking well
have I not learned my lesson
I abide in stone
#1969
the mind questions all
the heart keeps its own counsel
trusting ebb and flow
#1962
“Ghosts Appear and Fade Away”
iPod gathers dust
the absence of long gone friends
haunts its graveyard songs
#1932
chronic weeping wound
here is your measure of salt
with rot come the wolves
here is your measure of salt
with rot come the wolves
#1872
“2017”
remember the sun
carry with you ten sharp swords
leave behind nine wands
#1837
the ties that bind us
stronger than any metal
these rings symbolize
[ Hey friends! My girlfriend proposed and I (duh) said yes! ]
#1833
these disparate strands
Mother, teach me how to weave
that I may be whole
#1832
for hubris, cast back
wax softening on my wings
ah, and now the fall
#1827
“Afternoon Craving”
dumb tortilla chips
you don’t even taste that good
I just like the salt
(well, and have no self control
but that’s neither here nor there)
#1771
“Inanna’s Road”
five swords and six wands
you’ve much to surrender yet
you are not prepared
