it’s strange |
it's strange. holding someone's breath in the palm of your hand.waiting.maintaining.just when you think their life is depending on your next move.they surprise you.they maintain themselves.maybe they ...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 21:04:00 GMT |
the birth of feeling |
just as there was a first instant when someone rubbed two sticks together to make a spark, there was first time joy was felt, and a first time for sadness. for a while, new feelings were being inven...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 23:16:00 GMT |
how many bodies |
how many times we'd wished we'd had more bodies! just a few more bodies, and we could go and stay at once. we could live quietly in the wilderness to watch the sun rise in peace, to tame the wildlif...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 15:26:00 GMT |
you have a way with words |
i was thinking about where it must be that the wires become crossed and people begin living in a state of dark.dark about themselves.dark about the world.having been born light it is so difficult for ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 12:12:00 GMT |
"and when the event, |
the big change in your life, is simply an insight - isn't that a strange thing? that absolutely nothing changes except that you see things differently and you're less fearful and less anxious and gen...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 04:46:00 GMT |
this week |
this weeka baby arrivedwe knew he was on his waybluish graythe stiffness already set in"we walked in and the mom was just sitting there holdling him"thats what the paramedics told mewe were all therep...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 08:09:00 GMT |
and so it is |
just like you said it would bei'm a little scaredi'm a lot luckythe sky is telling me its 10 ambut really i think its 5i slept a littlemy bag is still bleeding orange on white shirtthe toothpaste they...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 02:06:00 GMT |
i finally procured a compass . . . . . |
the principle difference between an adventurer and a suicide is that the adventurer leaves himself a margin of escape 9the narrower the margin the greater the adventure), a margin whose width and leng...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 11:55:00 GMT |
we are one inside these walls |
all the things that separate us disappear in that momentthat moment of dyingit no longer matters if you are oldif you are youngif you are a mothera crack addictyour breathmy breaththe distinction disi...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 05:19:00 GMT |
i hope your day tomorrow is nice . . . . . . |
what did i do today?well,i watched some lady die.that's not entirely true.yesterday i did watch some man die.he was old.he was dying and was meant to.his wife - so graceful.she was ready toothat doesn...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 19:04:00 GMT |
