two hundred and seventy degrees: ‘when you go…’
To The Ghosts Who Write History Books ~ The Low Anthem houdini’s art escaping ( c h a o s ) I seek to disappear ~ a phantom fire flickering … Continue reading
two hundred and sixty nine degrees: ‘n ou masjien…’
Stuur Groete Aan Manntjies Roux ~ Helena Hettema Struggling still to find a fine point of balance the eye within this raging storm of chaos * Seën my ma en … Continue reading
two hundred and sixty eight degrees: ‘born to brave…’
Clementines ~ Bishop Allen I remember you best to tears, tall trees and a funeral ~ trench coat, boots and a broken nose rhyming ridiculous ~ in the icy grip … Continue reading
two hundred and sixty seven degrees: ‘when you’re feeling low…’
Let Her Go ~ Passenger fleeting life, ephemeral dream we dream, together reaching ( b e y o n d ) the temporary veil of flesh… * Do not stand … Continue reading
two hundred and sixty six degrees: ‘linger on…’
Pale Blue Eyes ~ The Ride (feat. Jonathan Velthuysen) memory and madness the mourning math of loss ~ a soul rides unfettered pale chariot of the moon ~ past fades … Continue reading
two hundred and sixty five degrees: ‘nothing to say…’
What He Wrote ~ Laura Marling you cut my tongue lest I did speak and whisper truth of blood deceit ~ scars echo silently : the twisted route our family … Continue reading
two hundred and sixty four degrees: ‘drifting off to sleep…’
Brand New Colony ~ The Postal Service The solstice, rides. A raging, steed. Death’s dark, angel. Fierce scythe, of bitter. Wind. Strips tree, of life. And leaves. Us, a stunted. … Continue reading
two hundred and sixty three degrees: ‘floating on the breeze…’
After The Gold Rush ~ Patti Smith autumn’s gilt leaf rings the solar halo of memory ~ past lives, love lost ~ and found ~ again this odyssey * To … Continue reading
two hundred and sixty two degrees: ‘to make you smile…’
At My Most Beautiful ~ R.E.M. Wandering, I discover. A maiden, oak. Delicate, as childhood. Innocence. Fine filigree, fingerprints. Circling, the sky. A mandala, of hope. And wholeness. * I … Continue reading
two hundred and sixty one degrees: ‘dreaming of flight…’
Still ~ Great Lake Swimmers Sun sinks, to set. Beyond the ridge, backed. Mountain, silence. A world, at peace. In moving, meditation. Unified, in truth. * Of greater and unknown … Continue reading
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