January 2012
3 posts
Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is...
December 2011
1 post
“Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may be busy too, but she feels empty....
September 2010
10 posts
“That’s love: Story of Lo & E.
Her: I went to the doctors, they...”
– http://www.poeme-de-ma-vie.blogspot.com/
May 2010
1 post
April 2010
8 posts
March 2010
11 posts
February 2010
49 posts
