Kitty ^ ^ |
I wasnt sure what to make of that little one. She was plump, fair, family chinned and absolutely nothing like her sisters.
Box of Socks
A year later, I observed her giggling away at what is si...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Fri, 28 Jul 2006 03:02:00 PST |
Childhood: 'Member, Bec? |
It used to rain like this when we were little. Do you remember, Bec? It was always dark and in the evening. The sky would split and torrents of rain would come down. It was summertime. We scrambled to...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 01:24:00 PST |
Spring |
I have been a bad gardener
Weeds have grown all gnarled and grey
Stubborn and sinewy
Dissemble all the weeds that have grown in our garden
Lets get our knees dirty
Ive never minded soil under m...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 09:16:00 PST |
Sun still shines |
The sun still shines on me.
It kisses my neglected shoulders and cheeks.
The wind brushes my hair and whispers
love letters
to me.
Daffodils say
HOPE
with their sun mimicking faces.
The Butterflies...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 04:18:00 PST |
Will you still need me, will you still feed me... |
I am so sick. I can barely breath without the oxygen getting tangled in a sticky web of phlegm. It's attractive, I know. My mother comes to visit and I am terrified that I will not be well enough to m...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Sat, 18 Mar 2006 01:48:00 PST |
Hush |
I take comfort in being alone. To not have to ask how anyone else is and focus on my breath. To think my thoughts and not worry that I might be selfish in wanting to savor them and enjoy the thoughts ...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 11:03:00 PST |
SOS, buzz, buzz, buzz |
When I was very little I used to save flies. Yes, run-of-the-mill household variety flies. I discovered that when they'd land on cold surfaces, say a 2 gallon pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 09:01:00 PST |
The tiny littles |
"Can I go everywhere you go?" she asked me in her four-year-old lilt. She tells me every morning that she is "attach-ed" to me and to come home in plenty of time so that she can hug and kiss me before...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 06:56:00 PST |
Shiny happy people |
Animals of all kinds like shiny things. Monkeys like to snatch metallic earrings, fish swim towards fluttering lures reflecting the sun and there is even an opera devoted to the thieving magpie. And l...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 11:28:00 PST |
I'm only sleeping |
Public transportation is hypnotizing and the last few days Ive seen more and more people dozing off on the subway. The other night, I was one of 9 people on the train and the only one awake. I decide...
Posted by synge-a-ling on Mon, 23 Jan 2006 08:00:00 PST |
