Sander Roscoe Wolff

Mar 22 2006

Wait

Published by Sander under Poetry

Wait
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
3/11/06 3:02 PM

Burn in amber language
Acidic sparks explode
Wonderment cracks a code
Bent by my desire

Burn the fire down
Round turns back again
Pens point and write
The brightness

Crackle snap crack
Don’t lay on my back
Look me in the eye
And say you love me.

Burn your clothes
Run naked through the grass
The sun shines on your skin
Lets begin!

Turn a phrase, a phase
Of endless expansion
Tension released
The beast slumbers
In the ashes.

In the morning
dewdrops glisten
on your eyelashes and nipples.
I wait for you to wake.

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Mar 22 2006

Beauty & Light

Published by Sander under Gratitude,Prose,Spirituality

When I allow myself to really see, not just with my eyes, but with my mind and heart, the world becomes so bright that I can no longer see. Everything becomes one, everything connected by the light. You and I disappear and become unity. This clarity, this perception, is rare and often painful because we cannot contain such beauty or truth, or sustain it for long. We see, we know, then return to this drab and mundane world, clinging to those moments of understanding. We feel their loss, ache for their return yet, even in their absence, we are sustained by them.

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Feb 25 2006

Carnita and the Magic Pozole

Published by Sander under Family,Food,Prose

Carnita and the Magic Pozole

By Sander Roscoe Wolff

Once upon a time there was a dry dusty desert. Wolves and mice fought for seeds, cougars ate leaves, and everyone was hungry. One day a little girl named Carnita was walking to the store. Her mother had given her three pennies to buy a bag of beans. On the way she met a Bruja named Asada.

“I know you’ve got three pretty pennies, Carnita,” said Asada. “If you give them to me, I’ll give you a bowl of Magic Pozole!”

Carnita, not one to be fooled easily, was suspicious.

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Jan 01 2006

Stain

Published by Sander under Poetry

Stain
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
© 1-1-2006 (6:58 PM)

This mysterious insect climbs my window sill,
Its mandibles clacking, searching for food.
I crush it, leaving a stain on the gray paint.

This is the way of things. Brute force wiping away
The weak. A kind of tyranny, I guess. This small creature,
Unaware of my presence, surprised at its sudden
Death.

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Nov 23 2005

No Cow

Published by Sander under Art,Poetry,Politics

No Cow
By Sander Roscoe Wolff
11-23-05 @ 11:46 PM

One wonders when the unity of two divides.
The insides of an insight aren’t pretty.
This city knows no bounds.
This half human, ranting at the moon,
Evokes a taste of lye and lemon,
Burning in one’s mouth.

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Oct 19 2005

A Dark & Stormy Night

Published by Sander under Prose

A Dark & Stormy Night
by Sander Roscoe Wolff ©

[Note: This is a work of fiction, written as a gift for my friend Judy. She likes to be scared. Really!]

The small plane shook briefly. Kurt seemed tense, and Judy simply turned pale and held on.

“I think we should find a place to land, sweetie,” Kurt said in his nicest, everything-is-ok voice.

The weekend getaway was spur of the moment. It was easy to hop in Kurt’s 2-seater single prop plane and go to Napa, Tucson, or New Mexico in a few hours. Often, when time allowed, Judy and Kurt would fly to little, out of the way places just for fun. That was the plan they had for today.

The summer storm came upon them quickly and, seemingly, from nowhere. Kurt, a seasoned flying veteran, lowered his altitude and started looking for a place that could accommodate his plane….

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Oct 19 2005