Winged dinosaur, master fisher
I dream you are an ancestor
riding rolling waves with your mate
and circling high overhead.
You dive, spear first
reassuring, over and over
into the hungry sea where I toss
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
the arrowhead maker
Monday, November 28, 2011
crazy jane goes fishing
I was lonely and took him in
scoundrel though he was
I heard a whisper...
was I to pay
for all my sins?
we went fishing
caught 3 fish before he fled
blind night turning into day
Crazy Jane poem (Yeats)
Sunday, November 27, 2011
erotic tingles
Saturday, November 26, 2011
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