Tag: soul

seeds of failure

“I feel my failure intensely as if it were a vital organ” Jim Harrison Where does conscience reside? my mind tells me it is there in the attic box of old clothes I put them on, dressing up as child’s game but masochism is… Continue Reading “seeds of failure”

Made flesh

“Once below a time, When my pinned-around-the-spirit Cut-to-measure flesh” it must have been those citrus summer bells summoning brass to timpanic pitch and swell in two toned beats that set my pulse to play along with yet another parish church Sunday spirit flies on sea-thrift carpet mounds where low slung bees steal hallowed honey ground forage in pink pistils beneath a yellow… Continue Reading “Made flesh”