this is just to say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

water

http://pitchfork.com/tv/#/episode/1367-the-water

poke holes in the sheet of night
behind there must be light

anna

in comedy as in tragedy, late in Act Three, the heroine hesitates. Her Fate is in the balance. It's what old Corneille and young Moliere call suspsense...ion.

If hell is the farthest place from your love
Then the devil must be god’s lover
What am I to do
To sin
To bruise
To yearn and be the angel
Or love and be the devil

zoe

Vampires are lucky, they can feed on others. We gotta eat away at ourselves. We gotta eat our legs to get the energy to walk. We gotta come, so we can go. We gotta suck ourselves off. We gotta eat away at ourselves til there's nothing left but appetite. We give, and give and give crazy. Cause a gift that makes sense ain't worth it. Jesus said seventy times seven. No one will ever understand why, why you did it. They'll just forget about you tomorrow, but you gotta do it.

the ground grew jealous of the night sky
and reached over to grab the stars
as the earth eclipsed the moon
the night grew
just a little bit darker
i turned to you
to grab your hand
but only saw a shadow
of myself
where you once stood.

J.U.

What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.

A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.

Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.

I would especially like to re-court the Muse of poetry, who ran off with the mailman four years ago, and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time.

Creativity is merely a plus name for regular activity. Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or better.