guest artists

Guest Artists
haiku photography short stories watercolor oil

deevaa

casey

marissa

taylor

steven

monty

home

behind the woods
my heart.
behind the woods, my wounds
the
color of autumn

Monday, July 05, 2004

it came in a fever beat:
my heart
crashing into life
when i found you had come back

how the world melted into my pocket
sinking me
i couldnt move
without you
when you had gone

so much in an instant, my blood
smelling yours
pulled my body in direct lines
of fire
to the curve of your waist
where i pushed myself like a silent
boat through the familiar waters
of my home port
finding our flag
waving me home
like the rhythm of your heart

Strangled Sunset

i choked myself foolishly
with the stranded beauty of a sunset today
sinking quite
quietly
i wondered
wandering towards
the end of purple
where black begins
the night stabbing the sky (again)
bleeding the clouds

the sky swallowing time
as its red-orange spring-air flavored lips
surrounded me

i died
in the arms of
a forgotten humid
evening
pulsing from the hips
of a thousand lovers
loving someone
everyone, but
me

S F Radzikowski
written and posted for the beautiful memory
of my friend pink_moon. hmmm.

First Touch

through the deep smoke of a thousand nights
of a hundred yearnings
your skin breaks the music of darkness
With its sounding crystal of beauty
softly, purple
flowing candy to my mouth
waiting to feed on the electricity
of your quivering flesh

i love
the first touch of us
in the evening

so much waiting
and wanting
so much of not having

and then
the ocean of your body unfolds

swallowing all of me

You Left

slowly
the sun
out from my window
matches the dance
of the red tip
of burning nag champa
that you've left me

and soon
my heart follows
and the three of us

embers,
sun
and heart
sink
down
giving into the cool night
that is bare, black
and absent of your smile

Night Skin

night evolved into your skin
and sank through my window
on a november air

Love dressed in your clothes,
watched me
waiting with a paper and pen
for the words to come
so that i could build a world of letters
to praise you, to celebrate the sighs of you
naked around me

in the afternoon i miss your waist
how it curves against me at night warm and inviting my hips
to press closer

your chest sings
your eyes glow
the smile spreads on your mouth
just before pressing against mine

i love you

in ways of crisp autumn mornings
when you leave me
and colder nights when you return
i love that you come back to my bed
to show me in the dark
with your mouth and hands, and heart, and soul (as conductor)

slowly
as these thoughts assemble in black pen
your ink skin slides
out
the window again
leaving my thoughts
for a hiccup moment
only to return like a dark storm of electric romance frenzy

Midnight Hand

digging in midnight
to morning
the scents of illness
evaporating
like my hope tonight

how the late gray hours
take it all
from my hand

Inside a Bottle

i was trapped
inside a bottle
on an autumn day

afternoon came
with sun rays
filling, and heat sighs floated
up the air of its green neck
i sat
at the bottom of the bottle
looking up
watching clouds
play

green glass spun around me
in a hum of electric jade
i reclined
and laid, wishing that
someone would find me
before it rained