Monthly Archives: October 2011

Poetry in Motion

Posted on October 31, 2011 by saffronsound

When I broke open, words and blood spilled all over the sidewalk. There was God and good and Type O floating in a sticky puddle at the curb. I scrambled to pick up all those letters, to cram them back … Continue reading →

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Pablo, In Need of Sugar

Posted on October 15, 2011 by saffronsound

In the early morning half-light, when briny dreams have begun their ebb, I search semi-sleep for receding proof of a Patagonian paradise and the name of a man I am sure was me, if only for one night… Through reincarnation … Continue reading →

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Baby Blue

Posted on October 11, 2011 by saffronsound

He watched his baby grow inside a heavenly body that he’d loved so well and tenderly; it was a like game of magical mystery fruit. One day she was a grape, now she’s a tiny mandarin, and when she reached … Continue reading →

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These Autumn Days

Posted on October 10, 2011 by saffronsound

These autumn days, have lost their social graces. One minute, flamboyant, splashed out in amber light, the next, they’re curled under a quilt of somber grey; they can’t bear to face themselves or drag their bones through the week. Grasses … Continue reading →

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55 Miles High

Posted on October 8, 2011 by saffronsound

she flies late at night under a sable sky in that nocturnal haven her wings stretched wide under cover of darkness sheer faith is enough and earthly anguish melts into the black ink above a sky brimmed with grace bends … Continue reading →

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Taxidermy

Posted on October 6, 2011 by saffronsound

once my brother skinned a gopher and we dried the tiny hide on a rock under the prairie sun the pelt hardened and curled at the edges and later we made little pouches with strings woven through their tops to … Continue reading →

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