the sieve and the sand » hair

Extension of ancient Chinese secret & hair cut & what makes us who we are

Tucker J. Collins — Sat, 31 May 2008 00:33:46 +0000

My identity

Altered by an incision

In my streams of qi.

Tucker J. Collins — Fri, 30 May 2008 22:33:09 +0000

If my name’s Sansom,

My power source is removed

Forc’bly by scissors.

rcribay — Fri, 23 May 2008 22:35:44 +0000

there’s moments in music
when the drums tread increasingly upon the silence
(as if walking up stairs)
only to stop—suddenly—sensing your thoughts—

returning—wildly—crashing—
with the strings and the horns
desperately trying to hold the world together
by a single measure

and there’s moments in life
when your hair brushes my skin
(as a bird along the water’s surface)
only to stop—suddenly—sensing my thoughts—

and

continuing—gently—gliding—
so i can feel each strand reach
trying to hold us together
by a single moment.