June 25, 2011
.dearest girl.
Also
May 26, 2011
.thefutureisbrite.
May 5, 2011
.sweet spring.
Sweet spring,
Flower and bud,
The merry stream,
Sparkling babble,
Green bloom,
Delightful dew,
Refreshing brook
Where did you leave all these..
-Komitas
.thursdays are effort days.
May 1, 2011
.words i want to live by.
— William Shakespeare (All's Well That Ends Well)
April 28, 2011
.sweet beats baby,
I have unrolled a map
onto my kitchen table
and put one finger
where you are and
another where I am.
The space between
is only inches. That close,
I could feel you breathing.
I could reach out and
run my fingers through
every strand of your hair,
touch your lips and
barely need to move.
In the corner of the map
there is a guide for judging scale:
every inch a hundred miles
full of roads and rivers and trees,
the guide a sharp reminder
that you are where you are
and I am where I am,
inches apart.
This poem © Gabriel Gadfly.
This image © Alie Ward.
April 22, 2011
.feeling terror bull.
April 1, 2011
.dimensional jaw.
March 17, 2011
.still it rises.
Drivin' in her car through the rain soaked night.
A Red Stripe in my hand , Thinkin' bout my man.
Our evening takes a turn, forget about that burn
We take our little men and stake claim on castles
Winding road, monasteries, I'm completely baffled.
Take the back roads watch the drops explode.
We are home.