invited in
but always careening towards
something
(careless footsteps)
skin throbbing from the sting
(and not wanting to forget)
the pulsating rhythm of blood
rushing to the point of entry
bathed in sunlight,
the clenching stops
while quiescent clouds gather
rich, mellifluous enchantment
moments and memories stitched together
(everything in his house has a story)
trust comes in timid sips
Ragas In Minor Scale by Ravi Shankar & Philip Glass on Grooveshark last night, we spoke of ragas (and how they find their way to the end) we spoke of not being right (and the right to just be) we spoke of care and not judging the lost ones (and i trusted you a little…
I recently sent myself an ecard from moma to be delivered at a future date. I’m so glad I did because after a week off of email, I had this little surprise waiting for me. I want to remember this act of self love. Here it is: From Kymberlee “But then they danced down the…
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The book sitting closest to me this morning was The Poetry of Pablo Neruda so today’s word comes from that. The word is jungle. Such a vivid image gets conjured in my imagination with that word. Shadows, panthers, scary things that might kill me. Places unknown. I don’t feel like writing today. Just playing with…
