Peanut Butter and Jelly has nothing to do with this. |
There once lived a boy. He saw God in the smiles of children and felt uncertainty pour from the expressions of the faces that casually floated by. He was an old turtle swimming through time, confident...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 05:47:00 GMT |
the essence |
"Thiry spokes meet the hub,but it is the emptiness between them that make the essence of the wheel. From clay pots are made,but it is the emptiness inside them that makes the essence of the pot.Walls ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 08:11:00 GMT |
rest now |
Four moons have been tucked in bed and four suns have greeted the Mother Earth since her arrival. We made use of the available bed peace and swam through meaningful colloquy as we played the part of e...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 21:03:00 GMT |
Pour celui je manque. |
Envoyez-moi vos mots pour savoir ce que vous pensez. Apportez-moi votre contact pour savoir vous vous sentez. Votre compagnie est manquée et serait gentille d’avoir. J’attendrai l’he...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 14:52:00 GMT |
... |
I started to count the concrete squares that lay cold below my feet as I stepped down from my front porch stoop. I lost count after one. I oiled the hinges in my knees and let them fold bringing the t...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 17:39:00 GMT |
from my window |
My hands rested upon the sill as my eyes targeted an elderly man pulling his form through the center of the two white lines designated for safe passage to the similar concrete waiting just yards ahead...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 08:10:00 GMT |
