Sunday, August 21, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
One day a lonely hunter sees a beautiful woman emerging from the deep forest on the other side of the river. She waves at him and sings:
Oh come, lonely hunter in the stillness of dusk
Come, come! I miss you, I miss you!
Now I will embrace you, embrace you!
Come, come! my nest is near, my nest is near.
Come, come, lonely hunter, now in the stillness of dusk.
He throws off his clothes and swims across the river, but suddenly she flies away in the form of an owl, laughing mockingly at him. When he tries to swim back to find his clothes, he drowns in the cold river.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
The Boy Who Loved Michelangelo
It was said that he had the face of a god
Yet some saw a demon with rope shoes
And a twist of vine encircling locks
Veins ran his marble arms that sang blood
Scoring mountains as a mist permeating
A crack in the heart and a golden sling
He fashioned in ways we cannon dream
With razor scraping the rump of need
Exposing muscle of love not gleamed
We are the buffalo a dying breed
Hauled in carts magnificent bone
Shame an ecstasy none can own
Slaves embrace as wisdom groans
Volumes of nothing written in stone