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I’ll be honest; I find the overall form of this poem too disjoi …
- Bridget on Reflection on San Rafael
Very nice piece here, Rikki Jean. You explore a sublime landscape …
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Great shots. I like the Broadway and Colfax one a lot, how you g …
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P1: I think you mean “right leg” and this initial description …
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Wonderful.....captured the sky and sea and delphiniums in one poe …
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Scarab Poem
Creation, curved like an egg, opens with gilded golden wings. They call you Khepera. You move close to the earth, eat bits of old. An amulet allowing ascension adorning the deceased with spells written on cool stone: prayers balanced against a feather. You push the sun across the sky and motion the moon to do [...]
Reflection on San Rafael
Delving deep into iron-red rock, the swell of San Rafael, Bodies become canyon, pebbles, sand, dust. Whispers: primordial language of water. Juniper and sage spice thin air. Scent and sound discordant coexistence with a harsh, gracefully broken land. Persistent sunlight grazes a shear rock face, ghosts twist between crevices and emerge as ancient art carved [...]
Rain
rain meets the ground soaking down filling up the deep thirst of the earth And I lay in wait. Hundreds, thousands of tiny droplets fall around my head each echoing the cyclical nature of things we want versus things we need: a constant ebb and flow of desire and temperament racing within causing my deepest [...]
Thief
I am a thief of words Rhythms and syncopations Falling from open mouths Like flowers kissed With seasonal demarcation I am a thief of time Obligations, chaining red wrists, Lay broken I run into the sun Under arcing blue transparencies The great magnet stealing me From daily chicaneries I am a ruffian Cloaked with skins [...]
The Last Place You’ll Ever Be
I dreamed that I died. chalk boned carrion picked over the feast long gone gaping hollowed windows persistant half-opened mouths snarled a sufeit of emptiness it hovers the liquid melted sun an alchemy of rippled heat evaporation’s reflection once a bucolic scene now eclipses into stark barren godless stone burning glittering sand cactus stand on [...]
Just Give In
Waves move hidden beneath the glassy surface build swiftly and meet with crashing voices the willing boulders They move down gently return to their watery home; energies contrasting the wave the stone yet connecting a complementary construct… This is how you came to me. An ephemeral form leaving your mark upon my obsidian skin we [...]