I longed for red,
a desire for fiery poppies
in a far off sphere.
Your cosmic eyes intoxicated
parted and rained inside me.
In an ocean of fiery sunsets
I entered that golden part of you,
immersed the deep sky that claimed us.
When our hearts grew mute we realized
we had drifted too near the sun.
art by Gun Legler
Some nights swallow me.
My mind surges forward and lurches back.
There’s a needle impaled in a sad groove
of a suffering song where I fall into a
maze of broken lifelines.
I mend the fissures of torn wings and await
the mottled sun that rises like a feather,
praying to the god of birds to swoop
down and save me.
Beatrice Gonzales…Goddess of Birds
The vibrancy of peony
lush curls of gardenia
the brush of nature
on birds of paradise
tempests of wildflowers
scattered across meadows
tame the feral garden
she blooms for you
art by Ronnie Piccard
Tiny birds live in my throat, settle into a cool place and sleep until they are awakened by commotion. Their wings beat against fiery walls. The Kafkaesque I drop from my mouth. They bite the air with bloody teeth and sharp talons that caress like barber blades, surrealistic beaks and talons pierce the heart. What is sacred I swallow.
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your eyes,
their brows the seductive crescent
of a silver bay circle my mind.
In dreams I am a dancer descending
your tongue in the deep aura of sleep.
Your voice is an invocation of bells
that once rung cannot be undone.
I am a charm on a well cut cuff.
You are a diamond encrusted chain.
An I Q test could answer the question as to whether he is a moron says our Prez… he already has.
“He is a f*cking moron!”
It has been reported that Tillerson has made that comment about Trump……and oh boy the news sites explode…..and wham! We gonna have a Press conference.
Well while the country waited for this “presser” we got to hear all about the ways that Tillerson is not as good fit in DC…..time was filled while we waited.
Then about 1100hrs Eastern time Tillerson bounced out and told his side of the story.
The “presser” was the same as all …..he is a cheerleader of Trump and he is there to stay
The US Secretary of State reaffirmed his commitment to his role on Wednesday, denying that he would step down from his role.
Rex Tillerson called media reports that he had considered resigning “erroneous”, but stopped short of denying reports he had insulted President Donald Trump.
“I reaffirm my commitment to this role and I want to…
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The first kiss begins.
My hand on her cheek – barely touching – her head backwards tilts
My hand can move gently through her hair now
Like a soft breeze sweeps the wild hillside grass.
Her face so beautiful like the last glimpse of sunset
Across the summer water.
Her mouth like the soft darkness of dusk
And my mouth the stars, slowly, touching
More, then one more then another and then all.
We’re as close as humid day,
My breathing on her neck and my hand on her face
And for that brief moment, time takes forever,
The world is only as big as us,
My passion flows as the monsoon rains.
The first kiss had begun, well before it began.
Photo by Maggie West
To dry my wet hair I move to a sunny spot on the bank. I can hear my breath, the tear of my heart. Sleek ripples of waves roll over gnarled roots of giant cypress to separate around stacks of ancient stone, old soldiers guarding a sacred place. Looking up, clouds of words move closer. They say what I don’t want to know and then fade into antiquity. I am grateful for lodestone laps of water that pull back sad memories and choke them beneath the silt. At dusk I catch sight of a Tawny Owl eyeing me from behind a veil of Spanish moss. The seasonal birds have departed like dream-dead children. I stay with him until tokens of night appear, the fading sun sinking below the horizon, distant deer vanishing in the haze, until the river disappears in fog.
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