my room. |
i took my mother's name when i was seventeen. it isn't her father's name either. she was given the name of her stepfather when her mother remarried. it suits me perfectly. it is a name that belongs to...
Posted by napper on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 06:09:00 PST |
those known, but never met. |
she always takes the seat next to mine. she smells of rain and open space. we've never spoken. we say our hellos and goodbyes silently. once, i reached out my hand. i ran my fingers over hers, over he...
Posted by napper on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 02:54:00 PST |
whimsy. |
all i want in my life is time & quiet to makemusic & a beautiful girl who likes to play in bed all day.if trees & oceans survive, that would be nice too....
Posted by napper on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 06:20:00 PST |
playground. |
sometimes when you look into someones eyes just right, or hold a piece of the earth in your hand just right, or feel the wind against your skin just right, the sound of the ocean, the color of the sky...
Posted by napper on Fri, 17 Feb 2006 12:52:00 PST |
we die alone? |
he had been sitting there all day. they had not spoken to him. they had discussed it. you couldn't reward that kind of behavior. when they sat for dinner he didn't move still. they ate silently. his f...
Posted by napper on Wed, 08 Feb 2006 02:26:00 PST |
"noble hearts." |
bluejays often symbolize melancholy to me, perhaps simply due to their color. melancholy is often thought of as weakness. however, bluejays are actually quite fierce and will protect what they hold as...
Posted by napper on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 02:59:00 PST |
