Learning to play in the rain... |
Her yelling over the phone was of sheer joy. "I WILL BE HOME IN MINUTES, DO YOU WANT TO PLAY IN THE RAIN?"I laugh, forfeit changing my clothes, and meet her in the rain. We dance for a few minutes in ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 19:36:00 GMT |
Nostalgia |
"Nostalgic, that is the perfect word." She thanks me and places her eye mask back for the third time. We met Maya a few days ago and teamed up for our two day trip from Croatia to Greece&it has been r...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 02:00:00 GMT |
ah....europa! |
.. -->StartFragment --> I am crossing the streets of Verona, early this morning when I look up to see an Italian nun laughing as she gives two Asian tourist sign-languaged directions. As they tha...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 03:35:00 GMT |
to rest |
Today, I am wondering if there is a safe place? Anywhere to truly rest?I don't mean it in a cynical way. Possibly it is because I am a woman or maybe just human that I wonder if there are only moments...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 19:58:00 GMT |
wind and music |
At the first sound of windows rolling down, my heart relaxes. I can feel the wind initially catch my ears, then my hair, and finally it traces across the shape of my body. I love the loudest silences ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 15:20:00 GMT |
It is easier to read&.. |
I love to read. Or maybe I just love to buy books.Bookstores are my fix. Somehow in the midst of fairytales, self-help and novels I feel known. On the way home from a counseling session, where do I ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 13:37:00 GMT |
God. Jesus. Robin. Holy Spirit. |
These four names were traced in the red gravel at the track I was running on today. I have wanted to write about this track before, but I couldn't figure out what I would say&.I mean as you run around...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 22:43:00 GMT |
love is for fools |
"I found out yesterday that my baby's daddy is cheating on me."Now, I would have normally found this breach of concealment odd from the cashier in a grocery store, but it seems that within the last th...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 13:57:00 GMT |
An Ode to Bonnie Anne |
I am still sorry for the time I hit you when we were five and three&angry daddy gave me a spanking and made me hold that stupid rag on your face. Do you remember the clubhouses we built in the ditches...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 10:56:00 GMT |
tired of quoting me |
Attempting to write a story which would encompass the depth of these quotes would only infringe on their beauty&.hope you enjoy."He had always wondered why the sensations one felt in dreams were so mu...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 05:44:00 GMT |
