39 favourite things |
1. being mother to two of the most interesting people I know 2. the family I've found through fate and fun (EJ, Travis, Nic) 3. Creative, surreal friends who remind me of who I am 4. Hockey 5. Looking...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 09:11:00 GMT |
looking glass girl |
Like a looking-glass-girlIn a minature worldSaw you dance like diceAnd tumble to the floorLike a looking-glass-girlIn a minature worldWhirl your Disney armsAnd jump the merry-go-roundThe umbrella man ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 10:41:00 GMT |
Everything must change |
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 22:01:00 GMT |
The Fury of Rainstorms |
The rain drums down like red ants, each bouncing off my window. The ants are in great pain and they cry out as they hit as if their little legs were only stitche don and their heads pasted. And oh the...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 19:23:00 GMT |
an aspiring dead poets theory on poetry |
Assumptions in poetry are not good....unless of course your literature professor tells you they are and you have your heart set on that A. Knowing the poet's intentions is impossible, unle...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 17:34:00 GMT |
the last this time |
light
refracted
through me
colours
dancing
in your distance
my mistake
believing
rainbows are real.
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 17:24:00 GMT |
poem |
a passtime
diversion
when there is nothing else
an easy answer
to the emptyness and long nights
patience in the silence
invisible vulnerability
I never meant
to let you
hurt me
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 17:22:00 GMT |
rebuttal to o |
submerged in submission
I am the obedient object
open always to your whim.
Still...
Sometimes I surface
knowing the substance of self
the sanctity of a gentle smile
demanding nothing of me
I do not wi...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 17:21:00 GMT |
and again |
I feed your bodies
oh to feed your minds!
to show you the mirror
of your possible selves
my sons
the world will awake
and consume you all too soon
sleep a little longer
I'll keep the monsters away.
...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 17:18:00 GMT |
at it again |
You wander
empty halls
in my heart
like others
children
ghosts
the forgiven few
who abide
in the glow
of my quiet fondness
it is a small fire
but
it will keep you warm
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 17:16:00 GMT |
