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Category Archives: The Horse Eaters
horse day
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
wind
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
the morning
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
sirus blue cosmology
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
rusty bucket promises
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
The Long Distance Runner
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
promise
Advertisements 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 … Continue reading
wind walker
Advertisements the wind at your back wraps your coat around you pushes you forward or lays you low the wind is ever at your back it will not rest so you can not time running behind the wind spilling away … Continue reading
juba for the teaspoon
Advertisements there are things you know inside without being told the soul remembers it knows what we push down forget but you know the things that are not a question fever things burning inside they are the scent of flowers … Continue reading
Horse Eaters
Advertisements born singing outside the graveyard only a whisper a way from share cropping two generations up from cotton no way home no way forward of the wandering tribe of the newly freed owed nothing owning nothing determined to survive … Continue reading
