Category Archives: The Horse Eaters

horse day

sun baked day like all days just a day until it is something more the horses came two lean large eyed looking hungry horses two prosperity after hunger after want after white light so bright blinded now we can see … Continue reading

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wind

  last night I intended to dream of the horse eaters standing stoically against the wind I dreamed instead the wind chafing my thoughts of going forward tenderly carrying calloused dreams of locomotion needing translation loosely layered over real rude … Continue reading

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the morning

we grew out of the soil from ancient coastal cities with music in their names we have forgotten the names of the cities the meaning of the rhythms we traversed the unknown unwillingly eaten by a thing we would come … Continue reading

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sirus blue cosmology

there was a time we watched the skies from a different point in the universe we saw even the ones that were invisible then cotton came we crossed the graveyard to serve cotton sugar indigo spitting out the eaters of … Continue reading

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rusty bucket promises

  some days seem like the best I ever had is a rusty bucket half full of water with a hole in it on good days I remember to be grateful for the bucket  be joy filled that when I … Continue reading

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The Long Distance Runner

I never was a sprinter- perhaps I wanted to be bleached concrete & bright lights smelling of broken dreams called to me since age three. But higher powers had a plan for me- ancestors whispering walk with great faith to … Continue reading

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promise

hands raw from work dedicated to writing their future carving a space for tomorrow to stand with rusted teaspoons in a land of bulldozers tenderly caressing the unborn future seeding it with possible in winters that refuse to end assuring … Continue reading

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