She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Wednesday, April 23, 2008


I dreamed there was an island
That rose up from the sea
And everyone on the island
Was sombody from TV

There was this beautiful view
Which nobody could see
Because everybody on the island
Was saying:
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me...

Is exactly like where you are right now
Only much, much better...

Extract from "Language is a Virus
Laurie Anderson

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Tiny Gifts of Light

Crisp clear and cold

Speaks the wind

From out of the west

Grey and white shrouds

Retreat in flying tatters

Revealing an eternity

Surrounding the bright beacon

Full Moon

Photons born burning

In the heart of Sol

Then set free to the void

She Catches these

And sends them to me

Now cool and silver

Sharp as a razors edge

To cut away the everyday

And remind me that here in eternity

I have a place


Wednesday, April 09, 2008


He cares nothing
About Car horns
Angry voices

Nor does he bother with
Sneakers tied together hanging from the telephone wire

For the burning ember
Falling low
Paints the sky
Stains the clouds with water colors

A silver Cheshire crescent moon
Follows with precision
Falling through indigo gradient

So he sings
From the tree top
Letting loose his bursts of song
One by one
Evening falls low
Curtains hang still

He cares not for any of them
They don't even exist
His song rises up
Out from the tree top

As I listen
All else fades
There is nothing else but his song
They don't even exist

There is only him now
And me
With a wink he darts off
Into the shadows

Evening wraps her shroud about me
I surrender to her embrace