July 2007
Michael Gallagher Towards the West
The night is here, dangling over our heads like an intrepid mobile. It is dark and my heart drifts West towards home, exultant.
I thought of you
This day got away from me, I say lingering over the last remaining sips of the last Negroni of the evening.
Elusive
This elusive peaceevades my grasp full of lust,full of want and fear. Dappled cloudslinger in perpetualchaste I want them. Devious eyes slitherfrom the curve of a thighto the soft fur…
A poem by Wang Wei
BOUND HOME TO MOUNT SONG The limpid river, past its bushesRunning slowly as my chariot,Becomes a fellow voyagerReturning home with the evening birds.A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry,Autumn sunset…
Poen inspired by Wang Wei
In this empty field, I say things aloud for all the tall grass and weeds to injest and yet the sun still shines on me.
Funny image
To give credit where it is due, I took this image from the Marmot’s Hole, who took it from a Flickr upload from gnosis/ john r. You can take a…