over this frozen landscape
yet I feel your heat
I’d rather burn up
from the heat of your friction
than flame out from not
posted by March 13, 2009 4:47 am | read comments (1)
shut my eyes against
the morning sun’s golden rays
yet smile at its warmth
posted by February 11, 2009 3:57 am | read comments (0)
chinook wind snow melt
cold water runs down the streets
like tears for lost love
posted by February 9, 2009 4:58 am | read comments (3)
my mirror shatters
I cut myself on the shards
when I pick them up
posted by January 31, 2009 7:37 am | read comments (0)
the star falls quickly
it streaks the sky and burns up
like my investments
posted by January 29, 2009 7:09 am | read comments (2)
Hello Dear,
With Respect,
Permit me to inform you of my desire of going into business relationship with you.
I know this mail may come to you as a surprise, since we have not known or written before.
Afer you receive this mail kindly contact me on my private Email contact below. introducing myself, I am Wilson Atta Mamadou, the Only Son of the late Atta Mamadou, my father was a gold and cocoa mercahnt based in accra, Ghana and Abidjan (Ivory Coast), he was poisoned to death by his business associates on one of their business trips recenty.
Before his death, he called me bedside him and told me that he has the sum of $6.500,000USD deposited in one of the prime bank here in abidjan ivory coast, that he used my name being the only child as the next of kin in deposited fund.
I will need your assistance as follows;
1) To assist me in retriving this money from the bank.
2) To serve as the guardian of this fund.
3) To make arrangement for me to come over to your country to further my education and to secure a residential permit in your country.
Moreover, I am willing to offer you 15% of the total sum as compensation for your effort/input after the successful transfer of this fund to your nominated account overseas.
Reply to my private e-mail box below: ( wilson_atta_mamadou2008@yahoo.fr )
Anticipating to hear from you soon.
Awaiting your urgent reply.
Regards,
Wilson Atta Mamadou.
Reply to my private e-mail box below: ( wilson_atta_mamadou2008@yahoo.fr )
posted by January 27, 2009 6:13 am | read comments (0)
her hair hides her face
as she tilts her head away
a camera dance
posted by January 26, 2009 11:49 am | read comments (0)
snow falls steadily
posted by January 23, 2009 7:15 am | read comments (0)
In the empty mountains
The leaves of the bamboo grass
Rustle in the wind.
I think of a girl
Who is not here.
Hitomaro,
trans. by Kenneth Rexroth
posted by January 22, 2009 5:36 am | read comments (2)
your black bra and thong
you dressed with me in your mind
at a safe distance
posted by January 20, 2009 10:28 am | read comments (0)
Antic