Fires on the mountain, and the dogs bark. Crash of the ocean swelling: crickets in the dark. The temperature is rising. The village gets no sleep.
Night close in on a shanty town. Panama freighter wearing rusty brown. She sails tomorrow and she's homeward bound. Head up on a lumpy sea. I'm not
My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: pale hand gripping my pen. Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions, letting nine become
Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows. Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges: throws
Dear uncle sold her into the purest kind of slavery. Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goods along the way. Good angels brought her
Down at the church the flower girl sits. Legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside. A
This Hardy's not for kissing? Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliche or in rhyme. Instead let's talk the secret language of birds
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In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before. Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door. And after all these years
Crystal fountain springing from the hill. It irrigates your soul. You may drink your fill. Water of life, carried high. One hand upon the gallon jar
Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting on the edge of the yard; sand-flies flitting. Orange order on a field of green. Smothers me to smithereens. Rum
I know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: you must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds.