Author: windstrewn
Average Dude. Sometimes, I Write.
sagittarius a*
What pretentious ceremony I make…
home alone
It’s sleep-stealingly unquiet in here.
monkeyshine
Be my spoke-wrench; my monkeyshine; my beautiful, neurotic, stupefying strife…
letting go
For those who enjoy meditative piano…
not dostoevsky’s problem
Dismissed for impatient wishes…
however our waking goes
If even fruit-looped and burnt-toast then…
yellow grass
A feeble redemption of Dickinson.
shapes in the clouds
A thought-I-saw…
most-wantedly
More-than-us flows…
breaking fast
Before the crow, before the dun dust begins to stir…
wasn’t that fun?
A funnel of suspect rust-nutted bolts…
lost shoes
“Run for your life!” as some scream through it…
clôture de jardin
I’d wish myself worthy, were that pearly not so high
forget-me-knots
For between us there is just dust to water…
throwback: 2000: encomium
And for the golden-most…
cirque d’aigre-doux
For the pantomime sighs and joker-rouge smile…
sushi and the sensei
But, lovey, if you’re quick…
lake ransom
An old memory.
morton’s fork
Murphy’s less fatalistic cousin.
throwback: 2000: bravest beauty
All that is green must in time grow old.
paperworld
Words make better windows than walls.
keep the key
It took time, but I dug up that heart-choking chain.
throwback: 2004: calculus
That’s your fist in the fight…
eskimom kisses
The first time was strange as most first times go…
on jovian clouds
On Jovian Clouds
throwback: 1998: reflecting pool
If ever there were a man…
throwback: 2001: the lofty guess
Perhaps I’m nothing more…
