what my dad told my mother in 53.

I had contemplated love; of how the Christians 

un-pile themselves before the throne of grace

and then browse the books of morality to shown

the image right. Take two puffs of a joint

knowing it will turn them into bats.

So we are all charged with finding our

very own escapes.  Falling in love, and

then being there, is the result of something.

A chemical reaction, like warmth or

ardor.

Pretend then, in your sunken space,

that I don't exist. I still made you cum. Even when

I climbed trees or wrote poems in fine granules.

Even when your course hair

resembled sand

with the migratory wolves as your eyes.

Even when we shone our nakedness together

(and who among us believes now there is no

deity?) Even when

our absence, our lack

curves back, the distance between us,

i bind air tight to the star shaped you. And me,

the woodpile that occurred.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

always on point, but tangentially, always letting blood, as any warrior worth his blade, and always always a pinch of feyfullness...you'd think by now they'd have learned not to let you have a pen

[h d e rushin]

you would think they would? thank you dear Ed.

[W.k.kortas]

Love working on many levels, from the scrotum to the stars. You are some woodpile, you.

[h d e rushin]

i love me some wk.

[emmajoy]

How come you always bemuse yet excite me with the way your mind travels, dana!

Think, being a Sunday review, have to slide the heat of moments mentioned, yet - acknowledge their finesse and depth. Such is love wrapping around necessity - discovering what completes every part of Self - even to the point of trying to deny it: -

' Even when ~~ our absence, our lack
curves back, the distance between us, ~~
i bind air tight to the star shaped you. And me,
the woodpile that occurred.'

Love is everything.. or should be.. tis the discovery of moon and tide.. and the coming together of everything. My interpretation, right or wrong but.. need to return.. and will.

[h d e rushin]

"love is everything..or should be"....Yes it should be dear emmajoy. thank you for your continued support.....love always...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a modern day Adam and Eve...something sensual going in that garden...
and now those fig leaves cover up certain parts...but the heart is still hot...even when it genuflects in front of that deity...or the serpent takes a few hits....

j.

[h d e rushin]

haha....love it jacob. thank you brother....dana

[Ken Simm.]

Ok this is going to take me a while. I'm thinking so many things here and every one is complex and turning into another thought. So whatever kind of review this is going to be it is going to be interim. The subject, the format, the way it seems so personal on the one hand and then so universal on the other. Maybe my mind is not yet in the right place.
What I do know is that this is wordsmithing of the finest metal. This is master playing with words. This is ironic and searching. Playful and deadly serious. This is all the things I'd like my work to be. I am envious and stunned. And I'm still going to have to come back to get all I can from this. Amazing man!

[h d e rushin]

thanks Ken Simm. i'm working on some new things this year....thanks for your continued support my friend...dana