View From The Northern Wall: Kitchen Surgery

Friday, March 2, 2012

Kitchen Surgery

Kitchen Surgery

Froth formed as you poured,
not only in the tan mug
but in my shed blood
as glassy, I stared in shock
at the wound in me
now you have pulled out
the blade of your hot desire
and wiped off my lies.

March 2, 2012 3:46 PM

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WanderMarch 2, 2012 at 9:58 PM
That has to be one of the most disturbing pictures I have ever seen!
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erinMarch 4, 2012 at 6:39 AM
never hesitate to not respond:) response makes creation worthwhile.

intimate and erotic))

xo
erin
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christopherMarch 4, 2012 at 9:45 AM
Oh Lord! I am sorry about all this...

eep!, indeed...
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

The View From The Northern Wall

Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.

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