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space There would be a pause—-archly lush, enveloping the noisy bar’s party mash as if a mouth had sucked it in—-and then one of Spit Night’s anthems would blast forth, igniting the whole boozed-up, sweaty crowd with The Psychedelic Furs … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space My chapel by the sea is a conch fresh set on wet sand by the day’s first tide. I see it there from this dry chair so far inland, surrounded by nothing of the sea except the music of … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Once the firecat leaps out from the bag there’s no getting yesterdays back in. Hissing and spitting a yowl of flame, she scats from Sumatra to Siberia, Napa to Melbourne, a trope outleaping its name. She’s a furious feline … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
I’m saving what I can before the salt waves roof this home. The scent of honey citrus on springtide afternoons, fence jasmine in full bloom. I scissor through the fabric’s fine and hold up spring to sight; Pot of … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Tear all your postcards as fine as plastic sand: Red tide means suffocation: Can you understand? Spawned by human waste from sources agricultural and septic, algae courses and spreads, devouring all the oxygen in water, killing all us seafolk. … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Tonight, thank Heaven, Your hand is close,even heavy on my brow. Has it been that long?Like a mineshaft is History, deep and cold; all our past lives labor somewhere in it, hearingthrough the wall the voices of distant singersfrom … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
On that hot summer’s afternoon nearlythirty ago, back when you and I werefresh in love and thinking we’d makea famed history together – one thatin reality only lasted for six months – We were back up in … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
