Category Archives: love

Gloriously Dirty

Grime is a friend meticulous scrubbing a foe to the end and it’s coming. Insisting on clean is a dire disease suffered by citizens of the perfect regime. The barest of feet in the finest dirt the blackest hands do … Continue reading

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Once In a While We Are

Once in a while we are back in the single day when the boisterous beginning is playing not working when the middle comes knocking and the dog strays the cat when the latter days rattle and shake like the dice … Continue reading

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Whose Face Lights Up

I could not say I know totality but the closest I could come is not knowing if there is any difference between not knowing and being sure. The shape of her neck the curve of her waist must be somewhat … Continue reading

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Unencompassed

You and I on a lazy stroll toe and heel in a dialog too many words without a goal sitting in passion’s synagogue. In a straight line head down in a trackless blue ocean the brightly elusive crown diligently chases … Continue reading

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When a Voice

When a voice says, ‘I love you’ perhaps it is the beginning of the carving of a canyon a mile deep into the earth cut by currents of up and down directed by resisting boulders beautifully uncrossable subtracting the youngest. … Continue reading

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Another August Anniversary

From the vantage point of a 7-11 parking lot I look to the horizon to see what the city is not orange and pink were blaze giving the world edge of fire making the mind rise from asphalt into desire. … Continue reading

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Where and Manner Life Lives

I live in a neighborhood air-conditioned and manicured I know all the cars and trucks but I don’t know anybody. I live in a city without rock n roll without jazz or samba without strings horns guitars or drums how … Continue reading

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