ghost you know 
+
request  line
 
 
and the pecking order, or the way things are
Saturday, April 18, 2009
 
To have without holding
     -Marge Piercy
 
Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the
 
my favorite mistake
Saturday, April 18, 2009
 
With my feet buried in the sand,
looking over the ocean blue,
the wind carries a distant reverie
 
 
to grow a backbone (or two)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Tonight, for the first time in a very long while - I am missing someone madly, truthfully, and it
 
grapefruit
Sunday, February 1, 2009 PEELING THE LAYERS
love,
love,
love,
love,
loved...
 
During a momentary lapse of consciousness, I was transported to
 
BELATED MUSIC TUESDAYS
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Abre los ojos
    abre los ojos
    abre los ojos
    abre los ojos
Open your eyes....
 
 
“I can
 
is the only constant thing....
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I was cleaning the closet and found an old diary of mine.  One of the pages contained this short
 
the floating world is at times, sinking!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I’m brushing up on the Neo-Impressionist movement and the Nabis...
 
Wondering why I’m mesmerized
 
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.”
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
 
Dear Sylvia (don't come back as a ghost),
 
To write without prejudice nor malice,
to write
 
“I sing the body electric”
Sunday, January 4, 2009 EARLY MUSIC TUESDAYS
Baby did a bad, bad thing...  I can’t seem to stop smiling today.
 
Indeed, the world is
 
moby dick for a week
Sunday, December 7, 2008
but now i’m back to (this form) of reality, having been away from the L of my dreams.  
 
not a
 
Sometimes  (For L who torments me, whose voice I long to hear)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Sometimes, I pretend to see you from a distance standing in line for coffee in your blue shirt -
 
red letter day
Friday, November 21, 2008
I just finished reading The World Unseen in one sitting.  All freaking 344 pages of it.
I got the
 
MY CATALYST
Sunday, November 9, 2008, PART ONE: THE RAIN IN SPAIN
I don’t know if I’ve shared this before.  
I’ll share this with you (again).
 
RAIN
 
This morning,
 


"Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings..."