Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I've Hunted You for so Long

The young deer waits
my bleeding heart has stopped
A feverish parting of the lips
our flowing rivers mingle
as one abyss.
The quivering branches hide
my stone touch grazing their life.
The wind whispers the secrets you've
always known were true.
Standing still
with the swaying of the trees.
Feeling your breath.
I've hunted you for so long.

Saturday, March 6, 2010


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Ah, papoose babies. I think it will be my new thing. I'm pretty sure I'll be doing some full grown papoose people as well.