where i've been, what i've seen, what i've written - part ii

done editing. *phew*

more views


fallen



red skirt in the desert



sky on fire



blue red green



the vatican seems to have moved ...



hill's mills



pretty one



dusting the sky



the danube


more words

Aubade

Night bears witness
once again. To limbs weaving

webs of desire. To confessions
that need no grammar, no

words. A sheet has slipped
to the floor, pooled

like moonlight, like music
dripping off ivory keys.

Beneath a blanket,
hearts have synchronized.

A cupped hand gathers
breath, as if that could sustain

darkness a little longer.
But the Earth turns

as it always has, tilting
its face to the light. The sun

rises regardless, feeding
on the last stubborn stars.


song of the day: down boy by the yeah yeah yeahs.

where i've been, what i've seen, what i've written - part i

i've been back "home" since wednesday evening, but as i went back to work thursday morning and i needed to catch up on lots of things, it took a while to get some photo editing done, and to get back to you. more to come. watch this space.

views


cactus close-up



spidery



who needs condoms?



the sad demise of mr cuddles



strange kind of lizard



blinded by the light



palm tree close-up



green


words

after the fever

after the fever
               the heat –

     burnt grass,
a scorched heart.

     she waits
               for a sudden spring,
     flowers
to rise like miracles
          from the dust,

something to believe in
          like wild melon
     by the roadside.

but this is the desert.

          hearts snap
     in half, clean
and sharp
               as two o'clock shadows.


song of the day: hey there delilah by plain white t's.