Monthly Archives: March 2014

Banco de Gaia – Celestine -YouTube

Until We Dreamed It So?

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Until We Dreamed It So

I had my eyes closed when I saw it, infinite space darkness so complete in the distance, we were points of light and we were spinning together, the same orbit, the same galaxy. Time was just beginning to burst into … Continue reading

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Limbs of the Weeping Willow

“Boy,” he said, with his mustache dampened by corn whiskey and his perfect blue eyes dancing in his head. “Don’t you know you’re a colored boy? We don’t like coloreds ’round here.” Harry dug his slender fingers into the rim … Continue reading

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The Awaited Book

Originally posted on Color me in Cyanide and Cherry:
The poetry book of Yves K. Morrow, whome you seen me toot about as the beautiful soul behind blogs mindlovemisery and Curious Flowers, is finally out! Her poetry touched me and…

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Hammer Head

I know very well how I thunder through all of the magical mirrors and the frighteningly fragile sheets of glass. With my full-on hammer head I am bulky and sulky; my mouth is the oracle of doom the receptacle of … Continue reading

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this road

I’d been traveling all by myself, until I met you I was on that shelf looking for trouble and finding it, too, I was lonesome ’till I met you. This road was a rough one, lots of  sudden dips and … Continue reading

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Cordwainer, Cordwainer

Bent little Cordwainer, needle in hand, Wax at the ready, your leather is tanned. Make me some shoes to fit my big feet, I’ll drop a shilling so that you might eat. Give me a sole made of solid white … Continue reading

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The Elbows of Sentries

Nothing is soothing about barbed wire. Brand new it may glisten like the cold heart of steel does but it will never be your fuzzy peach, your sycamore tree. Rusted, it stains your fingers – orange like a sun setting … Continue reading

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Choose Your Color

I would rather be a window than a wall. You could see through me then and it would matter to both of us in different ways. Before I was born I had not been meant to be. Do you think … Continue reading

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