Mirror Match Before Laser Floyd
February 28, 2004 I feel a hand reach through the mirrorit pulls me through the glassand points me towards the darknessthe darkness that we never see—but this kind of darkness will show you the lightthe light of an idea—that your unconscious despairis something that you—just have to try and define. Is my despair:—a need to […]
Thursday Poem on a Monday Night
THURSDAY POEM ON A MONDAY NIGHTMay 15, 2006 Yesterday the forecast was raining-rottena thunder storm swept through townand a lightning strike caused a surgethat damaged my thirteen inch bedroom TV.It was a Christmas gift from my parents in 1997.The screen is now colored with green and purple splotches.I watched the season two finale of Grey’s […]