the summer day. |
Who made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I meanthe one who has flung herself out of the grass,the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,who...
Posted by Brittany Sterling on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 08:04:00 PST |
antilamentation. |
Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you readto the end just to find out who killed the cook.Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.Not...
Posted by Brittany Sterling on Thu, 29 May 2008 10:37:00 PST |
I want to know my fate if I keep up this way. |
And I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous ...
Posted by Brittany Sterling on Tue, 13 May 2008 11:07:00 PST |
your doors are shut. |
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Posted by Brittany Sterling on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 01:01:00 PST |
how naive of me. |
It seems only yesterday I used to believethere was nothing under my skin but light.If you cut me I could shine.But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,I skin my knees. I bleed.Collins....
Posted by Brittany Sterling on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 09:22:00 PST |
the waking. |
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go.We think by feeling. What is there to know?I hear my being dance from ear to ear.I wak...
Posted by Brittany Sterling on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 11:58:00 PST |
the first day of march. |
Sometimes, you say, I wear an abstracted look that drives you up the wall, as though it signified distress or disaffection. Don't take it so to heart. Maybe I enjoy not-being as much as being who I am...
Posted by Brittany Sterling on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 03:47:00 PST |
living series. |
Posted by Brittany Sterling on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 12:18:00 PST |
I am your black swan. |
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Posted by Brittany Sterling on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 09:42:00 PST |
keeping things whole. |
In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing.When I walkI part the airand alwaysthe air moves into fill the spaceswhere my body's been.We all have reason...
Posted by Brittany Sterling on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 02:44:00 PST |
