Heather |
I looked at your pictures today,
With your daughters'
upturned brown eyes,
smiles soft,
and they looked like what Ive seen
from when you were their age.
People will tell them that t... Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 17:41:00 GMT |
Two cents.one mine.one yours. |
Lately, a lot of occurrences are seemingly omens. In
the past month on two separate occasions, Cardinals have flown in front of me,
from left to right, as I am driving. And today, as I was walking... Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 21:54:00 GMT |
3 days in |
4-20-09the fine black linescut the treeswith intent.polka-dotting boxes for paper wordsnamed and numberedi pass themknowing nothingof their keepersnor their contents.some treesbear fruitto be madeinto... Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 14:31:00 GMT |
Blink |
Sleeping in her mother's arms, the child soothed its eyes when it resigned and dreamed, content. Stillness smoothed across her face for only an hour or so, and also across her mother's. Stars safely... Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 15:02:00 GMT |
mom |
she said it so so so muchwrote itexclaimingshouts and yellspush push PUSHEDa pressurean explosive squeeeeeezewalls sprayedpainted m e t i c u l o u s l y covering scars from warsnurturingshe planted s... Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 19:29:00 GMT |
white night night |
into the summersee the bright shinewe dive in the riverflow down through the nightlooking with your eyes when mine have gone blindwe battle togetherwith both of our mighta white rainbow aglowagainst a... Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 17:31:00 GMT |
something(s) |
Ginger shuttersfrozen shutwaiting quietlywith rested thoughtsmarrowedcaveslined in limbs small and mediumlargelyribcage meteredand air escapes this domebetween the boneit grindsa soft toe against the ... Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 14:35:00 GMT |
brain terrain |
behind grained yellow-green eyesoptical rootssproutfrom seedy pupilsburied heavily in pasts.vines reachgrabholdstitch painsmapping song tracksriding back in tiny trainson pathspassedaway.red threadbin... Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 16:14:00 GMT |
until now |
i tried hard to make it something more, but nothing was making sense to my ears when i spoke the words...and your ears listened, as they are meant to, but you heard nothing in my tone...just the words... Posted by on Sun, 18 Jan 2009 17:46:00 GMT |
I11I |
Elle even il even = One high, one llow = Beats-keeping Exert llightly Marking moves Cautious bolld Messilly Refined-sllowlly Untill they Even out = Willlling sweetlly Warned before .Theystep Stepone ... Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 16:13:00 GMT |