i had earlier been ravenous, playful, full of life ( Read more... )

tonight my soul is howling
the cold wind freeze dries the world
and we all settle beneath the covers
trying for every degree of warmth
it is a night for the low end of piano
pounding deep and rich
stirring and moving
with an ethereal and unholdable voice
floating above with eerie harmony.

it is a night for howling, my pack

the cold and snow outside ( Read more... )

crying one, look and see what you almost did ( Read more... )

my body has nothing left to give ( Read more... )

creating small candy-pieces of beauty
to decorate the hands, wrists, necks,
of those with more ability to provide
for their loved ones

it must be christmas

good thing i can make such things
and provide for my own.

chasing the elusive warmth of the bed ( Read more... )

bringing my heart with me
on a piece of paper
opening and exposing
my feelings to the criticisms of art
trying to get the images in my mind
to translate through my fingers
finding little ability to do so

have kept feeding her...
soon she will be able to stand on her own even longer.

i am married ( Read more... )

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