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Yours is the integrity of Flint / of steel, of iron. Yours/ is the integrity of birds flocking. / whales in their loving pods.

Posted By lorna dee Cervantes On 04.09.2011 @ 10:57 am

All I’ve ever had was strength. / I show it in the cracks. I smooth / out stone on stone, I sheen with use. /

Posted By Lorna Dee Cervantes On 04.06.2011 @ 1:10 am

There’s no success like shadows, like the sun losing the day to moon.

Posted By Lorna Dee Cervantes On 04.04.2011 @ 5:19 pm

What plans do the dead make? / They wile away in their silver linings. / They don’t speak, even when spoken to. / Who would believe they matter? / They, who are so sorry and sorrowed.

Posted By Lorna Dee Cervantes On 04.03.2011 @ 4:26 pm

Into your galaxy I fall heartfirst, fear akimbo, over and over the tumbling falls of sensuous rivers inside me.

Take me to your forked places where the tongue seeks refuge. Take me into precious highways where macadam vanishes into layers of distance.

Posted By Lorna Dee Cervantes On 04.02.2011 @ 4:06 pm

Don’t go. Refresh yourself. Be a river through the mesquite forest, a single tree of wind.

Don’t stop. Rehearse your becoming on a stage of dead leaves. Take the shell. Speak the entire emptiness

Posted By Lorna Dee Cervantes On 04.01.2011 @ 8:17 pm