So ugly,

You were beautiful

In your elegant stubbornness;

Your life gift

Sitting on the porch

I rocked you in my arms;

The prairie house

Held us in the

Big sky.

The cornfield,

Harvested, stubbled,

Enchanted as the

Ladybugs swarmed

The only moment

Of distress, the prick

Of the needle-

Irritated you.

So, I told

You stories of

Being a baby

About shots myself.

I told you love.

I told you goodbye.

I told you, it is okay.

And, you knew.

So, we rocked

As we

Exhaled

In

Love.

kimsmith

Prince Of Darkness

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
I don’t know when I noticed life was life at my expense
The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence
The dreams came in like needy children tugging at my sleeve
I said I have no way of feeding you, so leave
But there was a time I asked my father for a dollar
And he gave it a ten dollar raise
When I needed my mother and I called her
She stayed with me for days
And now someone’s on the telephone, desperate in his pain
Someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
But I tried to make this place my place
I asked for Providence to smile upon me with his sweet face

But I’ll tell you
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(By grace, my sight grows stronger and I will not
be a pawn for the Prince of Darkness any longer)

Maybe there’s no haven in this world for tender age
My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
My greatest hope my greatest cause to grieve
And my heart flew from its cage and it bled upon my sleeve
The cries of passion were like wounds that needed healing
I couldn’t hear them for the thunder
I was half the naked distance between hell and heaven’s ceiling
And he almost pulled me under
Now someone’s on the telephone desperate in his pain
Someone’s on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone’s got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren’t gluttons for our doom
I tried to make this place my place
I asked for Providence to smile upon me with his sweet face

But I’ll tell you
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance I do not catch of spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
(By grace my sight grows stronger, grows stronger)
I do not feel the romance I do not catch the spark
(And I will not be a pawn for the Prince of Darkness any longer)

Indigo Girls

Ahmed Al Safi

I am going to sing this song in my sleep. I am going to see the sun. I am going to let pain flow through. I am going to be free with privacy but relieve myself of secrets. I will no longer be a secret. I will be.

Kim

Dominic Arizona Bonnuccelli

I’m not a bee, that flies away from smoke,

Nor a ghost that fades at burning aloes,

Nor a broken bridge, washed off by the flood,

Nor so needy that I balk when beauty sulks.

Rumi

Both Photos: John Running

Accordionist For Alpine Wedding Riffleber Switzerland

The
moon did not become the sun.

It
just fell on the desert

in
great sheets, reams

of
silver handmade by you.

The
night is your cottage industry now,

the
day is your brisk emporium.

The
world is full of paper.

Write
to me.

Agha
Shahid Ali

 Manolis Tsantakis

John Running Salina Old Farmhouse Northern Arizona Salina

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Pablo Neruda

Making a Statement David J Nightingale

Chromasia David J Nightingale

Not me……….

 How are you today?

Not really~

Not really here

Not really there

Not really stupid

Not really loving

Not really hateful

Not really apathetic

Not really caring

Not really vengeful

Not really needy

Not really wanting

Not really needing

Not really hungry

Not really gluttonous

Not really wanted

Not really……..

kimsmith

june 2008