simple truths |
I slept all day with the feeling of your hand on my cheek. I heard the door but the hesitation before it held more meaning.
Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 12:00:00 PST |
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Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 01:37:00 PST |
you tried to listen to the river, but you couldn't shut your mouth. |
oh, where is your inflammatory writ? your text that would incite a light; 'be lit' our music deserving devotion unswerving cried; 'do I des...
Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Tue, 08 May 2007 05:26:00 PST |
falling backwards is much more graceful, suprisingly |
Unwelcome truths are the most difficult to hear. I cannot catch that carefree wind. gathering branches for bones...collecting feathers. I chose the route of the bird...and thus the breeze is my compan...
Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 05:34:00 PST |
who stole the cookies from the cookie jar? |
You know, its no good meeting the right person too soon or too late. I like to tempt fate. Are you the kind of person who fills their pockets with skipping stone...
Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 06:19:00 PST |
hold like the breeze...half as tight as both eyes closed |
tender fiddlehead ferns are plucked and quickly devoured. Tired of uprooting gardens...those such have long since moved on to destroying sand castles and pillow forts. The worst are those that are gat...
Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 05:31:00 PST |
she had been pressing her fingertips against his face while you were sleeping |
There will never again be a time to call for murder. That pulse of feeling is a dead place, obviously. All the glue in the bottle won't mend those two paper hearts together. Nevermind, a paper airplan...
Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 04:15:00 PST |
be still for a moment. |
"I saw the neighbor girl crying all the way home today...What do you suppose is wrong with her?" -"Oh, her? Her heart stopped." "Then, shouldn't she be dead?" -"Yes, but she lost track of time. Its ha...
Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 09:47:00 PST |
drinking blood don't keep me young |
Once upon I time, I was walking out in the snow. The sun set, and a storm blew in...then the world was nothing but white. I, understandably, got very turned around. So, I just sat down in the snow. I ...
Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 05:39:00 PST |
Every minute...takes the smell of your clothes further away |
"I can't wait until you're gone." Every pretty little bird I have tried to watch has flown away. Still, the raven stays. There's nothing here of interest...yet its watching through my window. I have t...
Posted by Wednesday's child (Jezebel) on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 10:50:00 PST |
