New day... |
Tears are a river that take you somewhere...to a new place and new life and a new love....
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 17:08:00 GMT |
Courage |
More than my melancholic morning, I must become. In our insipid world, we use each other to feel meaningful, that our greed is based on neglect. Nourish my spirit with courage, even in the face of t...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 09:20:00 GMT |
Beauty |
BeautyBeauty transforms moves changes evolves. It is not a painting, nor is it a permanent state, something under glass or dead in perfection. Beauty is willful acceptance of the curious mind to exp...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 14:27:00 GMT |
Langdans |
Tonight was the annual Scandinavian Christmas dance. Each year we end with "Langdans" whereby all the musicians stand in the middle of the room and people forming a huge line linked by elbows, gent...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 01:01:00 GMT |
prolific assembly. |
Its nice to know that I can be a source of amusement for my mother. I have had the idea to put up track lighting in the downstairs section of the living room for quite some time and bought an "easy t...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 17:56:00 GMT |
Fingertips and Talons |
A man from Make a Mosaic is presenting his product. Before looking at the product, they discuss the box. The picture on the box is only an abstraction, he says, so the consumer cannot be disappointe...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 09:07:00 GMT |
Skin |
crawl skindepths hidden fencessleeping on a couchtired eyes lookingunwillingly friends buildunknowingly they are blindrunning long and fastbeyond my own skinbut impossible toeven just crawlout far eno...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 16:59:00 GMT |
love peace and |
I ponder this notion: love. I ponder it, and wish it meant more than it does, but it doesn't. It is highly abstract, hardly real. At this time in my life, I can honestly say I might have experienc...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 22:53:00 GMT |
Cherryvale Road part Two |
Wandering through the card section of a fancy, quirky boutique, the Beatles' playing happily in the background, I feel a tap on my shoulder, but no one is there. Oh. I see, not that one you say? I ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 22:00:00 GMT |
James Joyce |
In the comfort of Boulder Colorado, I pack up a huge suitcase, giant bursting with as much of my life as I can manage. Everything but my army boots, which my mother promises to send me later, which s...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 22:52:00 GMT |
