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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 01/26/2006 :  19:14:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
ABSENCE

I have scarcely left you
when you go in me, crystalline,
or trembling,
or uneasy, wounded by me
or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes
close upon the gift of life
that without cease I give you.

My love,
we have found each other
thirsty and we have
drunk up all the water and the blood,
we found each other
hungry
and we bit each other
as fire bites,
leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,
keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
a rose.

~Pablo Neruda~

Edited by - Ailinn on 01/26/2006 19:36:21
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 01/26/2006 :  19:31:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She scrubbed with lye soap up and down the old washboard. The thatched cottage was damp. The water was cold. Out of that coldness did grow a radiant lust for fire. "Love, come to Durrow. Come to Durrow," he said. "Warm on the other side of the sea. Sure, the country 'tis grand. And the sky overhead believes it's God's own blue road to Heaven," he said. Then he showed her where the boat was hidden. Ahh. Now, I can't say she wasn't a bit curious. And don't think she didn't dream. But she was afraid of the ocean's sharp teeth. The wind's fast, magician hands.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 01/29/2006 :  17:43:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The sun's abundant light flares on the pane. His fine, fantastic mind dances. "That's the plan, baby. 'Cause the pictures jus' too big to see. Pixels. Remember that!" he says. Her hijacked heart in his black leather satchel. Her counterfeit pen marking ten thousand dreams. Already Out Bail Bonds on speed dial. Last seen in the rear-view mirror. The moon lay down spread-eagle on the ground.
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4925 Posts

Posted - 01/29/2006 :  18:33:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by Ailinn

Intermission. I can hear them shouting on the hill. Merciful. Not killing. Human hair and Kitty Litter. Showing up in garbage bags by our blue front door. To foil the gophers. "Cute little things," I mistakenly say. "Never should have let you see them," Stu says. "War is war."




NO NO NO NO......try another flavor of gum.

Karen Runk
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aussiedave
Swinger

Australia
506 Posts

Posted - 01/30/2006 :  01:34:10  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send aussiedave a Yahoo! Message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
you're in my blood
like holy wine

you taste so bitter
and so sweet

oh I could drink
a case of you,darlin'
and I would still
be on my
feet

I would still
be on my feet

..Joni Mitchell.


Maybe,the sun won't shine
maybe,the stars won't mind
for every dream
I dream is sure to not
come true

cause baby, I never did love you....

..Mickey Newbury

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 01/31/2006 :  20:27:16  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Always coming back to Frankincenseco's lean trees. Slim green framing their hidden lane. Tall house on a hill. Steep stone stairs. Gargoyles guarding the windows where his breath leaves little pillows of frost on the pane. Blue moon in the attic. Contagious stars spreading under the eaves. Dangerous nights when he speaks to her rearranging her name.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 01/31/2006 :  20:31:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The Fortune Teller lights one white candle. Shuffles the over-size deck of cards borrowed from The Last Magician. "Tis little things that matter," he says, releasing two snow-white doves from his black satin sleeves. Making silver dollars appear and disappear in mid-air. Down the sand-blown road the coast curves to gilded water. His dark sails mystery when he slips through the fog. Salt settling in his heavy hair.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 02/01/2006 :  21:42:55  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"If you're a bartender in an upscale place you fall in love with glass," he says. This Antonio. King of the 20 dollar Cadillac Margarita. His business card reads, "World Traveler." Cuba was his latest place. A short walk downtown through an aisle of trees. Through the cold stars isolation. His blood, thin as water. His smile, pencil-thin. On the other side of the fog he says, "This is how we study History." He reaches for the top-shelf tequila. Stu's family arrives tomorrow. Marathon cooking begins.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5432 Posts

Posted - 02/02/2006 :  00:43:27  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I don't like this world a lot as others move to claim it
There's another place I know and take the time to name it
A realm of soul, invisible, evasive, shadow bound
Some say it's in the air we breathe, I say it's in the ground
Like coins that wait for digging, our forgotten histories
Where earthworms shine the silver of our oldest mysteries
Not to see, but feel again, the spirit that prevails
Welcomed back by valkyries with dirty fingernails

DL


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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 02/02/2006 :  21:06:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Suppose you sat writing at your desk
Between days, long before dawn,
The only one up in town,
And suddenly saw out the window
A great star float by,
Or heard on the radio sweet voices
From wandering Venus or Neptune,
A little hello from the voids.
Who would believe you in the morning
Unless you'd practiced for years
A convincing style?
So you must learn to labor each day.
Finally a reader may write he's certain
Whatever you've written or will write is true.
Then all you need is the patience to wait
For stars or voices.

~Carl Dennis~

Edited by - Ailinn on 02/02/2006 21:15:37
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5432 Posts

Posted - 02/02/2006 :  21:20:26  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
GOOD ROOM

In this best room, only a kitchen,
touch cloth -- in towels -- touch
metal stove, wooden cupboards.
Look down the breadboard: scars
time never needs to overcome.

The easy refrigerator door closes like this:
"Forgive." Inside, a light goes to sleep
comfortably, friend of lettuce, admired
by the eggs; and the meditative motor
suggests winter, then pauses all night.

Room that gives life, alone with independent
spices content just to be in their jars:
while we live may your way be ours.
May we never forget your order, the various
world brought by recipes to anyone's taste --

The work of many made into one home.

--William Stafford
Lake Oswego, Oregon



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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 02/02/2006 :  21:21:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...Angels guard your every moment. Soooo... Close your sleepy eyes and...dream."

~Mickey Newbury~

"...A little hello from the voids..."

~Carl Dennis~
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5432 Posts

Posted - 02/07/2006 :  00:41:43  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I was listening to Krista Detor of Indiana, her new album, Mudshow.
Listening to her voice, two words come to mind: kahlua and cello.
As the last song ends and the echo of her words, "Glory, sister,
glory..." decays to silence, I see a long wood-paneled hallway
alight with candles. There are mirrors, too, and a ricochet of
reflections making it impossible to know how many candles there
are. At the far end of the hallway, a door is open, and through
it I can see the chalk-blue light of the moon in the fields beyond.


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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5432 Posts

Posted - 02/07/2006 :  22:14:06  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
At the farm off McKenzie Highway, the old motorhome sleeps,
windows steamed as though there's still a warm breath inside,
seeds homesteading in the crack in the door jamb dirt.
Tires going flat, it snuggles into the barn's back wall.
Light streams careen above us on the road, people heading home.

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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 02/09/2006 :  21:09:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"I live on the Rincon," Yolanda says. "Three driveways past the Chairman." "How long you been out there?" Ramon asks. Thinking of Bob Limping Bear. The Tribal Chairman. And Bobby White Sox. His second in command. Three of his ex's not welcome at the Casino. Three sad stories running up tabs around town.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5432 Posts

Posted - 02/10/2006 :  22:21:43  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
FOR ANNE

With Annie gone,
Whose eyes to compare
With the morning sun?

Not that I did compare,
But I do compare
Now that she's gone.

* * * * *

AS THE MIST LEAVES NO SCAR

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.

As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure
When one is gone and far.

-Leonard Cohen

from The Spice-Box Of Earth (1961)


Edited by - Doug L on 02/10/2006 22:22:27
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 02/11/2006 :  20:04:44  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Here he comes on burnt crutches. Bamboo poles stolen from beaches where driftwood gathers against the cliffs, or in niches. Moonlight to Eden. Six wet miles. Through waist-high water at high tide. She's afraid of the dark. With that much Ocean around her. But there he is... Sauntering across the parking lot. Frost in his mouth melting under the fevered sky. Santa Ana in his eyes. Squinting.
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booty
Sitter

USA
93 Posts

Posted - 02/11/2006 :  20:38:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Your head is the ladder, bring it down under your feet.
The mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe,
that when you push off you foot,
a thousand new roads become clear.."

"In any gathering, in any chance meeting on the street,
there is a shine, an elegance rising up." (Rumi Odes)
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1850 Posts

Posted - 02/12/2006 :  20:37:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Lights glow in the courtyard. Halos around everything. He inhabits this realm of myth, laughing. No spoiled Paradise here. Eden. Finally restored.
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5432 Posts

Posted - 02/12/2006 :  23:30:22  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Orpheus In Greenwich Village

What if Orpheus,
confident in the hard-
found mastery,
should go down into Hell?
Out of the clean light down?
And then, surrounded
by the closing beasts
and readying his lyre,
should notice, suddenly,
they had no ears?

Jack Gilbert


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