Rattling around…rattling around…somewhere in my head thissound is rattling,breathing, likea living thing…. This sound, breathingmurmuring…living river,which tumbles rocks,carries white, rising foamand eager swimmers This river full,life, verdant, green rootsgrasses on the bank,the slippering, long, thickfishwriggling into the muck,riding the curves, the… Water flowing, veinsof blood, of water,coursing through wantonbeating, ragingheart,this primal ride,the murmur risingto screamraging, … Continue reading a river in my hands
Tag: Creativity
Equitare Viae Liberum
You are my road. Drawing me away from duty, from purpose, urging me with signs, both clever and obtuse, to roll onto you, take your endless paths and ways, these promises of salvation, change, of adventure without compromise, nor guilt. Begging me to ride you, to be consumed by you. How you rise and fall … Continue reading Equitare Viae Liberum
A Rapture
like a cat... lithe limbed, long torsoed, strutting across my path, that glance... and I am caught up in your scent, musk, your nails like claws now digging into skin, bloody gashes along my back... fierce bites - half-moons rising along my shoulders, my breath in yours, backs arching... screams in alleyways, bedrooms boardrooms... you … Continue reading A Rapture
Deva Victrix, Oral-Aural Riffing
Almost Nocturnal
Almost got to touch you, tonight. Caracal... you purr. Cat. Nails. Some light scratch. Tail slipping through grass. Almost got to touch you.
Happier Not Throwing
I am running across the dunes falling down the sand, with the flow. You are below, around, behind, I don’t know, mother, father… …you are flowing across the sand with me, away from me, it’s all shifting so smoothly. Once, when I was 8 or 9, (Maybe 10) You took me into the record books, … Continue reading Happier Not Throwing
A Muddy of Colors
There is a dissipating storm slipping over the tips of the Alps. A broken man begging coins in Houston. A potter with shaking fingers, no longer mending in Calcutta. My shadow eluding me in dark Boston alleyways. Your eyes are headlamps, mirrored windows, light flashes behind my eyelids. There is a snake, listless, long, and leering, at … Continue reading A Muddy of Colors
wander
I hid my lord's story in the darkness of the earth siþþan geara iu - hrusan heolstre biwrah You said Where the horse gone? Where the rider? I hid my face, my lord long gone voyaging Where the giver of treasure? Gone deep and dark, places where - for people like us - some permanence … Continue reading wander
Safe as Houses
stood out, the thief in a mill, safer than mice in cheeses. if it please, then, he still didn't find it, that needle the traveler was peddling, pulling him back outside, boredom a dangerous enemy now met in a narrow street. skipped blithely by the praying pirate, and ran into debt for a little wisdom, … Continue reading Safe as Houses
So…..
....I'm working on something a bit bigger lately. Which means I may not be posting here, or, the opposite. I have this tendency to wander into a million side-projects whenever I start something significant - I'd like to think it's sort of like a sculptor chipping away at a big block of marble, and noticing … Continue reading So…..
Writer Moe 