Monthly Archives: September 2008

Beauty behind begonias

by Philip Scott Johnson Music: Bach’s Sarabande from Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G Major, BWV 1007 performed by Yo-Yo Ma Begonias on your lips smell like a fresh yesterday in a serene memory which remains beyond timeā€¦ … Continue reading

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Cryogenic roses

(Sissy, So long) Standing in a wind tunnel with no exists, forced to laugh or cry all the time, I look forward to where the walls converge, into the wide open arena of fluid hopes. Possibly the perfect shape is … Continue reading

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Photographic angle

(Tom Waits, Pasties and a G-String) A photographic angle on the ankle from the top of the light of the crystal stairs, air is vibrating with ascending trepidations and tiny earthquakes in the heart. Step into a canvas by a … Continue reading

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Arounds

Around your left ear there is a spear of frozen sugar and a hungry beggar with no home. Around your right ear there is a silver pear with a lot of available room for rent inside. Around your right eye … Continue reading

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What is love

(photo by werol) She was prevented from running home by a thought that grew like real person in her head then stepped out of her body through her mouth and said stop. He was prevented from running home by her … Continue reading

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