tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57574205257923066262011-04-21T13:35:13.950-07:00traversing the moorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366348221103001967noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757420525792306626.post-88142757398055124822009-02-24T11:19:00.000-08:002009-02-24T11:20:23.579-08:00Oh fuck<div>What have I done</div><div>noise noise endless noise</div><div>And no escape.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757420525792306626-8814275739805512482?l=traversingthemoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>traversing the moorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366348221103001967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757420525792306626.post-7454481284280863662009-02-24T11:18:00.000-08:002009-02-24T11:19:41.574-08:00mouth full of deodorant<div>processed spring breeze</div><div>laughter peels through the 'yucky' faces</div><div>and my heart is undone</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757420525792306626-745448128428086366?l=traversingthemoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>traversing the moorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366348221103001967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757420525792306626.post-70284126665447171622009-02-24T11:10:00.000-08:002009-02-24T11:18:13.101-08:00but i, still working, saw only my chores before me.  your cries reached not my ear, muffled cries passed unnoticed.  down, down was your descent.  somehow still composed.  still retaining your own gentle essence.  somehow.  passed out of existence, out of all existence, until naught remained save a china frame, a matted shell, a perfectly molded speck of dust.<div>but i, still working, saw only my chores before me.  you passed unnoticed.  down, down, you passed to dust.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757420525792306626-7028412666544717162?l=traversingthemoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>traversing the moorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366348221103001967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757420525792306626.post-78037858216402624102009-02-24T11:03:00.000-08:002009-02-24T11:10:21.750-08:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">blueberries and sunkissed palm trees</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">open moor with fresh-awakened blades</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">frostbitten teardrops on blue heather flowers</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">puppy breath, dissonant chords of amateur violin, chocolate milk</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">new recipes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">playdates</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">still in my pajamas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">read a classic classic classic</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">used matches in a cardboard box</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">off-kilter dented globe</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">choose our better history</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">cloved cigarettes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">under the tree</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">three trees</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">three od hags</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">kindly old hags</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">shield us from the passersby</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">gentle stream whispers sad refrains</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">gleams in fading light</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">dream catcher</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">whispers</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757420525792306626-7803785821640262410?l=traversingthemoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>traversing the moorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366348221103001967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757420525792306626.post-72831689304782809482009-02-20T10:28:00.000-08:002009-02-20T10:30:12.000-08:00traversing the moor<div>with unsteady steps</div><div>i set forth</div><div>to make something</div><div>glorious</div><div>of this dusty life.</div><div>i claim only this:</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>my pen<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and my unbending curiosity<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757420525792306626-7283168930478280948?l=traversingthemoor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>traversing the moorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366348221103001967noreply@blogger.com0