Catherine
for Bill tears and gongs silence and turning blurry wordlessness where should I lay my head? we all might wish some understanding for another to see us like a coin in the hand to sparkle... More »
Catherine
airborne living with the gravity of the moon each jump a surprise staying high, longer pausing in a lack of pull or is it the opposite? what pulls, what pushes? I did twine my fingers... More »
Catherine
empty your pockets and you may find who you are, who I am we’ve been standing on a turning wheel trying to see beyond, to the dizzy dizzy world but the speed, blurs obscures, blends... More »
Catherine
third story window the magic carpet of introspection invisible, the sun shining in my eyes perched above, present within and this sill feels my clutching forgotten but not lonely it knows that time is shaped... More »
Catherine
eyes closed, a leaf in a stream the hum and stir bugs and breeze, busy underwelling, overwanting clarity clearness, clearness where is the crystalline? but the eddy, though clingable jiggled in surreality vibrated unsurity shrugged,... More »
Catherine
dream, dream I dream an empty barn, in deep illumination golden pre-dusk light, splashing a festival of saffron brightness the dust motes dance for me sing songs of silly minisculity skip in silence, to destinations... More »
Catherine
in the morning the air is my captive in the morning each finger counts the silence when the morning comes, in shades of purple with ample water for my lips drifting oceans for my eyes... More »
Catherine
Mango dreams and 2 o’clock tears the nighttime does condense the days cares to produce a more potent more pointed expression of this unique, me-moment in time and if emotions, are like the oceans the... More »
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June 2009 
