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1 " ...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school... "
― , A Familiar Rain
2 " ...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ... "
3 " ...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one... "
4 " ...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms... "
5 " ...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ... "
6 " ...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit... "
7 " ...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth... "
8 " ...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought... "
9 " ...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate... "
10 " ...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words... "
11 " ...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ... "
12 " ...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ... "
13 " ... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ... "
14 " ...good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ... "
15 " ...you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression... "
16 " ...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad... "
17 " ...you want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ... "
18 " ...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ... "
19 " ...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming... "
20 " ...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna... "