far away girl |
she moves like the seaon an ordinary day.there's no hurry.the moon tells her when to shift directionsand she does sowith little more than a shrug.she's not complacent - she likes the buyoncyand the li...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 19:14:00 GMT |
and and end end |
i think i just said goodbyebut i'm not completely sure. such is the case when you are involved --i never feel complete.my arms are limpand gravity has finally found my shoulders.there is an empty spot...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 20:56:00 GMT |
a haiku for my period. |
every fourth wednesdayi know it’s going to bea very bad week.the torment inside --unmitigated mood swingsand a muffin top.stand back from me please. it’s a dirty little bitch. and a good e...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 12:57:00 GMT |
your new glasses are ugly |
it’s the knowingand not knowingand thinking you know nowbut you really don’tthat gets to me.i’ve stopped trying to guessand just rely on how you touch meor don’t touch meto dec...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 13:17:00 GMT |
jody’s typewriter |
the keys have a satisfying punch.asdf asdfa sharp metalic tick tickingdrowning out ambiance.jkl; jkl;
i should be wearing a navy blue suitand sensible shoes as i type.perhaps a pillbox hat.
fff ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 13:25:00 GMT |
so cold |
it’s winter in maine -your heart-strings have been frozenand are brittle to the touch.it doesn’t have to be like this,you know.i feed you soup to no avail.the steam falls into your st...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 06:28:00 GMT |
forest avenue |
ice holds the branches hostagethis morning.they creek in the wind while the suntries to free them with herweak december haze.i'd be sympatheticif they weren't so damn beautiful.
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 05:15:00 GMT |
what i want |
to be appreciated for all of the things that i amand all of the things thati am not.to be held with purpose and without pity.to always have a flashlight with working batteries.to be there everyti...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 04:49:00 GMT |
little grandma |
her eyes are empty.she's brittle like a dry leafshaking in the wind.
today she's lonely.what happened to her childlikeenergy and joy?
she's not who she wasa year ago. she's older now.her mind has...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 07:34:00 GMT |
lily bay |
a rainy saturdayand i'm wrapped around you in more ways than one.
it's been a long time since i've studiedthe slope of your noseand your crooked bottom tooth.i thought perhaps they would have changed...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 13:37:00 GMT |
