april 3 |
i walk my path and the little things call out to me, the weeds so resilient, shaking with joy just to be seen.and the tiny pebbles, clothed in golden sun singtheir little bell songs, dancing over the ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 21:24:00 GMT |
march 30 |
our sleepy morning branches stretch and graze against the sky.my body is made of smoke and thinning bones. the stomach turns in on itself. noses pressed to cold glass, i can't remember ever not being ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:20:00 GMT |
MARCH 16 |
the acid burns andmy tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. the world is slow to blinkand quiet.the moon sheds her haloand grins secretively at us,lying on our backs in the grass.Quiet.the roads i tra...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 17:43:00 GMT |
march 4 |
i drive into the sun, the colors bleaching.and with every passing car, i wonderwhose hands grip the wheeland if they're happy with their life, content with their destinationor with having no destinati...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 20:44:00 GMT |
march, first. |
i don't remember when the sun fellor when i shed my summer skin.the shells and husks came down with such a clatter,the moon waned.our feet became transparent.i forgot the consonants,my valley is filli...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 10:51:00 GMT |
leaving. |
my father left in a flurry of wings, of old papers, of big white undershirts.my mother packed for him, like for every trip he'd taken over the past 40 years.he'd made his hotel reservations and gotten...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 19:41:00 GMT |
scraps |
scraps of paperscratches in black inka gum wrapper, a receipt.i leave myself folded up in tiny squaresin between the pressed pagesof every book on the shelves. the sky is blindingly blue, white,spatte...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jan 2009 11:46:00 GMT |
sixtyseven |
1-15where are my thoughts? the grit of the world is stuck in the wheels of my mindand the groan of the wind pressing hard against the branchesfills my bones.i watch him swaggerlisten intently for the ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 20:31:00 GMT |
not really. |
always in progressin transitin line.the moon has been full for daysand i with it. i wait with fingers crossed for every daybecause i know everyday i live i live for some obscure reason.and i give in,b...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 19:57:00 GMT |
sixtysix |
1-5
nothing to hold on toor nothing to hold me back?
i am not powerlessi am not powerlessi am not powerless.
i can.give.the heart is as strong as an oakand as sweet as a strawberryand as delicate as a...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 12:16:00 GMT |
