Sunset In A Box

November 30, 2006

 

 

 

Jesus y Christine Todos Santos Baja California

John Running

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therapy~
soul healing

 

trace heritage
to imagined
agony in the
unlocked closet

 

miss the pain
that spelled
your name in
love and blood

 

sell us sunsets
in a box
cereal with toys
for my soul

 

of course

 

watch for the
intrepid wisdom
knower selling
happiness on the corner

 

wrapped in pretty paper
ribbons galore…….

 

look to the skin
the soul, in heart
the stories told
and untold

 

and

 

you will see
yourself in all
its glory
un-glorified

 

yet

 

brilliant
nonetheless….

 

kimsmith

 

 

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Lighting My Soul

Jorege Luis Alvarez Pupo

 

 

All Of It

November 30, 2006

 

 

 

Photo By:

Steven Gelberg

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it’s the love
in the touch

 

 

 

the place
skin knows

 

in care
in fine
in rough

 

all

 

of

 

it

 

 

kimsmith

 

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Untitled

Jorge Luis Alvarez Pupo

Gone Time

November 30, 2006

 

Autumn of Becky’s Chair

Tree Pruitt

 

 

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Security blanket
Disintegrates

 

Eyes before me
Tears too dry
Strength surpassed

 

Shit is but manure.

 


False madonnas
Crease my brow
Pass quickly as

 

Clutching grasps
Upheld hands
Found in the
reaching

 

Travel past
Seeking exponential
Reality in passage.

 


Possession is minus
1/10th.

 


kimsmith

 

 

 

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Texture. Portmahomack

Giedrius Varnas

 

 

What to Say

November 28, 2006

 

Sculpture

David Kofton

 

 

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What to say……

I can only smile…

You tell me why I am smiling.

song at midnight

November 28, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

2004 People and Placs 12

David Kofton

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song at midnight

 

 

 

 

 

…do not
send me out
among strangers

 

~Sonia
Sanchez

 

 

 

 

 

brothers,
this big woman
carries much sweetness
in the folds of her flesh.
her hair
is white with wonderful.
she is
rounder than the moon
and far more faithful.
brothers,
who will hold her,
who will find her beautiful
if you do not?

 

won’t you celebrate with me
what I have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

 

 

 

Lucille Clifton

 

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Female Figure Eight

David Kofton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From: The Erotic Spirit: An Anthology of Sensuality, Love, and Longing

Editor: Sam Hamill

Your Catfish Friends

November 27, 2006





Figure Study Ten

Steven Gelberg

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If I were to live my life 
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers 
at the bottom of a pond 
and you were to come by 
   one evening
when the moon was shining 
down into my dark home 
and stand there at the edge 
   of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful 
here by this pond.  I wish 
   somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish 
friend and drive such lonely 
thoughts from your mind 
and suddenly you would be
   at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder 
if there are any catfish 
in this pond?  It seems like 
a perfect place for them."

Richard Brautigan

 

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Couples Four

Steven Gelberg

I Love You

November 25, 2006

2003 Male Figure One

David Kofton

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"i love you"
roars the speaking silence

bliss infinite, magnitude uttered

 

mouth pauses before
the beast's blessing
cascading upon minutiae

 

suspended in collision
no wall, no chair
no hands caressing hands

 

anima to anima
volition to volition
heart to heart

 

cock to cunt
traversing concentric bonds
in unknown cellular heart

 

insurgence births, love's creation
first born to each
resonance in our lover’s tongues

 

it is all there is
it is not enough
it is endless still

 

ravishing delves this place
never stopping, never lingering

contemplative

it is its own entity
it is but love restored in piety

 

kimberly elizabeth smith
2006

 

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2004 Eroticism Two

David Kofton

Here

November 23, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

The Palm Forest of Crete

Manolis Tsantakis

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it was there
touching
sand and moon

 

where

 

i saw you
see me
unconditional

 

elements combined

 

requiring skin’s
song saying
it is us in

 

breeze soughs
skin in sand
moon in eye

 

in the tree cave

 

pulsing waves
float sound
in veins

 

hammering life’s

 

love

 

kimsmith
2006

 

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From Woman Series

Anwar Hossain

 

 

 

Postcript: The photo by Manolis was the one I wanted to use all along with this particular poem. I just received permission today, thus the change.

Kim

Mutability

November 23, 2006

Wolf Kettler


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We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver

Streaking the darkness radiantly!-yet soon
Night closes round, and they are not lost for ever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast
To whose frail frame no second motion bring
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest.-A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.-One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!-For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free;
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.

 

Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

 

The view from here….

November 23, 2006

 

 

 

Route 66

Christopher Leary

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I do write, for those of you wondering, and I am here and there in this blog. I need to make an announcement to my release needs and the universe. I am teaching a lot. I teach one on one and small groups Intro to Literature. None of them are English majors. I am tutoring an amazing, articulate, and inspiring Japanese woman who attends our Masters in Counseling Program.

I am part of a three adult parenting team to my nephew who is in crisis. He and his mother are both crashing into each other in dangerous ways.

He has been with me two nights now and I see the pattern continuing as we try to help my nephew through his moment. It is adolescence but with a dark bite and a deep fear that leads to immense rage.

I am the funky aunt.

I was writing every night until the opportunity to teach and work with the Japanese student arose. There was a scheduling collision! Lack of balance rules the day in some ways but not in others.

Teaching and working with people one on one with writing: These are my bliss.

And, opportunity knocked for me to grow even more in these parts of me. I want out of my current career field and into the world of language and I want it with a paycheck!

So, I am in withdrawal from not writing, I need headspace to write.

But I still have a compulsive need to express so I share through other’s poetry and art.

That’s the news from kimsville!

 

 

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Night Chess

 

Dave Beckerman