Morning Quiet |
Walking right by you, a hundred grey-blue miles beside you, there's gravel roads under your feet all the time, but never on a road thats mine. But I'm still walking right by you and I know that you k...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 11:44:00 GMT |
The Things We Don't Ask For |
You are a bull in a box.Legs broken, on its knees.And you dont believe that you'll ever get out.And all the thrashing and splintering ofeverything in this roomhas only proved That a bull like youIsn'...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 20:53:00 GMT |
All of our hands... |
I loved my momAnd I love my dadThey are both a part of me.And I see them when I write:My mother's artistic slant, my father's peaking sharp shake.And I wonder whatmy son will seewhen he sees mein his ...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 07:11:00 GMT |
A Warm Wind... |
You are likethe feeling before the first snowstormwhen the wind stopsand I know I will wake up to winter white.You are the present under the treethat I think will be my favorite.You are Christmas morn...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 07:07:00 GMT |
The sound of the other shoe dropping... |
So it looks like I am waiting for it to endAnd you are rightI have learned the sound ofthe other shoe droppingso well that I can hear itstart to fall,slip out of a hand, fingers deciding to let go.It'...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 07:00:00 GMT |
Jazz and the Philosophy of Rocking the Shit Out of Your Life |
Some things are not hard to appreciate.
Like a brick loft, braced by black iron pipes and concrete floors, then walled with art, dimly lit, and filled with beer and coffee. The south side...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 15:26:00 GMT |
Tree of Life |
You have told me you are sick todayAnd that you are going to be sick forever.So everything is different now.
And you are going to grow so fast, Like the poplar tree. Thin, and to dizzying heightsGrace...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 09:48:00 GMT |
The Holiday: Basement Movie Night |
Ok, first of all...
It is really easy to write a movie when it is not even going to resolve in the end. You can just make up anything you want! Because when it's over, you can fade out on ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 01:12:00 GMT |
The Beauty Blog: Cellulite Serum? Day 1. |
In case I meet the man I am going to marry today, I would like to prepare my ass and thighs for the encounter by ridding them of all traces of cellulite--with this handy serum and massager from the Bo...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 10:56:00 GMT |
Two Years Later: Dear Grandma |
Dear Grandma:
Just typing those words makes me cry. If only you were here to read them. If only you were here to sit down with&there is so much I want to talk to you about. I know yo...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 16:24:00 GMT |
