My friends bring me sheets of paper with poems upon 'em...

23 July 07

via bianco

via bianco.
this is the white way
blinding.
like a fish jumping into
cold
whilring waters i
will find my way
upstream slow,
compass silent
set,
coursing some
familiar wonder
deep.

via bianco.
fortune fractious casts
me slipping.
helpless hung in eddies
chasing
water's mirth.

via bianco.
this is the white way
shining.
i find myself in
sacred run
to spawn creation's
end.

- Kristin Collier

July 2007

Tuesday

i had a vision and showed her:

a minute ago i scared myself and
had this view into Tuesday where my
heart bolted and i yelled at the kids and
my followers were white-faced with mouths drawn
into O's and i threw back my head so my hair fell away and everyone could see
all of me

whoosh
i
fell from grace
bang on my ass
shaking
the cold concrete.


do you want me to write
the rest of it for you? she asked
and i said hell no
this is
my
redemption.

- Kristin Collier