Holding hands. Or not. Shakespeare. Rain. Wide open space. Light. Neruda. Nickel Shakespeare Girls. Traveling. Renaissance Faires. Making friends and staying in touch with them. Fireworks. Walking Night Blind. Discontent. Kissing! gentility, Working, Tatoos, Piercings, Playing in the dirt. Baseball (1st base). Acrobatics. The Berkshires. Climbing Monument Mountain. being alone. Listening to bands. Meteors. Full body Hugs. Camping. Morning light. Big cities (that scare me). Little cities. Mountains. Big bodies of water. Working with crazy kids to create stuff.Dogs. Cats. Brown eyed boys. Sor Juana. Talking about poop. Eating Fire. Cello. Writing. Chaplin. Keaton. The woods.
Funny people. Nice people. Kids who make fart noises. Grown ups who make fart noises. Acrobats. Clowns. Shakespeare lovers. Ovid lovers. A mate for my cat benny. Who ever wrote this poem..Rachel Field (1894-1942)(for Richard -- one day old)Now lighted windows climb the dark, The streets are dim with snow, Like tireless beetles, amber-eyed The creeping taxis go. Cars roar through caverns made of steel, Shrill sounds the siren horn, And people dance and die and wed -- And boys like you are born.
Lotsa. All the time. Except when it's quiet. I like that too.
Absolutely. Hook me up with a dark cinema. Just get me to the movies.
Blarg. Don't own one. Don't want to.
Currently reading: Supernatural Soliciting. The four agreements. The private Lives of Roman Emperors. Old Journals.
Buster Keaton.Shakespeare.Mom.