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What Must Be Said
Catherine
what we touch what touches us in temperature of temperament the entails of nature the shape, fed on planes and spheres the shiver of texture the resistance requisite for roughness the slide of sweetness in... More »
Across My Coffee
Catherine
as I breathe across my coffee on no ordinary winter’s day I decipher games that blizzards play revealed in noise, whipped by contrast uneven tempos, wilder still gusting rattles, dull inhospitable bites and I am... More »
Feels Full and Free
Catherine
when the August air stays liquid cool in the morning and the blue of the sky peeks down fills all my cups with its vibrant hue I will bring my shakiness held-breath burdens carve myself... More »
Heavy and Humid
Catherine
four foot swells in the pouring rain writing my words in the wet grey sand oh, its been said, its been said my friend let silence move in you now let silence be summer silence... More »
Morning Calm
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 »
One More Glimpse
Catherine
Tulips in swaths pristine yet surreal colored orange with fuchsia holding court with insanity the sky hunched above admiring with its queazy grey smile momentary liquid bubbling confusion and the distraction was complete momentary but... More »
Like a Cowbell
Catherine
small things grains of sand blades of grass breaths ,blinks, beats water drips there is silence perilously pixelated fragmented yet fixated waiting, still stillness that startles with nothing to taste no place to go all... More »
Stars Gather Strength
Catherine
the stars gather strength playing, pressing through the ink night sky the inkier the deeper the emptier the sky the stronger the pull stellar confusions astral confessions celestial cravings shimmering with naked beauty punctuated by... More »
Silence Heals, Silence Hurts
Catherine
silence heals silence hurts silence is the place between between the notes between the words between you and I silence can be a shield silence can be a salve silence can be what will be... More »
poem
August 2008 