our father sun has reached his peak///
a full cycle witnessed sensationally///
ears, hands, hair, skin... eyes... heart. phased///
the road is calling, grabbing greedily///
for now, she sings from the east///
go running towards her uncertain embrace?///
or is patience the humble strategy of growth?///
///
the long green stalks stretch and reach///
soon she will hang her head at the death of her father///
only to lift it upon his rebirth each dawn///
RE:VISION
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Ever Ride Your Bike in an Oven?
Late into the night we drove out into the desert,
we slept near the car and woke as the sky got brighter
no sooner than the sun crested the distant bare peaks than the air began to warm, quickly
hotter and hotter
riding a ridge above masada
distant bedouin camps
roadside camels and donkeys
baren beauty
long dry hot day of looking for rest
solo crater dusk ride
colors shifting, shawdows stretching
slept hard in a bedouin camp
mosquito swatting
early morning moving
riding into the oven...
the sun rose as did the temperature
sparse refuge amongst the blinding moonscape
we slept near the car and woke as the sky got brighter
no sooner than the sun crested the distant bare peaks than the air began to warm, quickly
hotter and hotter
riding a ridge above masada
distant bedouin camps
roadside camels and donkeys
baren beauty
long dry hot day of looking for rest
solo crater dusk ride
colors shifting, shawdows stretching
slept hard in a bedouin camp
mosquito swatting
early morning moving
riding into the oven...
the sun rose as did the temperature
sparse refuge amongst the blinding moonscape
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
If a Mango and a Tangerine,
HAMSEEN
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