Sunday, November 29, 2009

...All I Could Do Was Watch Her Leave

"No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That's the color of bone"

-Tom Waits, The Black Rider (1993)

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Her voice was the sound of shattered bone that never healed properly...
it was at some points fragile and at others more resolute than I remembered.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Skin covered in the ash of nostalgia
the weight of tempered memory
the howling heart
a phoenix denied flight.

Monday, November 2, 2009