Distance is where we were but empty of us and ahead of me lying out in the rushes thinking even the nights cannot come back to their hill any time I would rather the wind came from outside from mountains … Continue reading →

sometimes i cry for icarus. sometimes i burn candles all night ~ and try to make his wings — mani

the sumerians believed the stars were gods and wrote to please them. if only we were like them how beautiful our writing would be. — mani

the moon sings of sadness with reckless abadon since the death of Gilbert. no tepid listener he dared to sing along ~ weave private harmonies. maybe i will sing in his place and if my voice is not as deep … Continue reading →

some fires blaze ~ hot and fast ¡FLASH! vanish~almost faster than they appeared, tipping us with smoke. those are the fires we crave the ones we vow to embrace at another chance ~ to let the flames dig beneath the … Continue reading →

The blue river is gray at morning and evening.  There is twilight at dawn and dusk.  I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end. — Jack Gilbert

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It’s the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake, that everybody said it would never work. That she was old enough … Continue reading →

By Emily Dickinson Much Madness is divinest Sense – To a discerning Eye – Much Sense – the starkest Madness – ’Tis the Majority In this, as all, prevail – Assent – and you are sane – Demur – you’re … Continue reading →

we still hold hands in old pictures warmth to never escape our turn to cold — mani

every ishtar gate meets ~ its cyrus — mani