it seams I've made amen(s) with everyone in my life. if you happen to read this and think i haven't, you can certainly let me know. The phrase, as i know it, goes "made amends" and evokes the residual sorrow, or regret for wrong doing, which is less my evocation than to be. In other words, at peace ( Read more... )

yeah
you
read
another
poem

yes
you
do

do
you

like
this
poem

or
are
they

flowers
in
the
mid
air

dose
flower
make
you

comfindant
in
has
bex
of
yore
life

are
you
happy

yet
for
now

transgressions
transgressions
transgressions
transgressions
trsnsgrssns

bottle of wine
on the table
isn't there
a
reason
for this

pleased to ask questions
about today
I
take a bite of salad

also there are crumbs
on the floor
i don't pretend
it
is going to change.

i think its odd that
i could sit next to most people
content
not talking
if they have an aroma.

i just got back home from my folks place ( Read more... )

the more i let go the more i see
about to skip town for the holiday.
in the last twenty four hours
ive anticipated every incoming call to my cell phone.
about ten seconds before, give or take

i can handle more of this, right?

the kind of mental clarity which comes from arranging my possessions i find nowhere else. this may be why i have these things around which have little or no apparent usefulness. i suppose they do now. for instance, i have a stack of fabric salvage which when folded neatly and stacked on a shelf, causes me to sigh in relief. For no reason other ( Read more... )

then she reached into my chest and took out the heart. she cherished it in golden splendor. once the blood had reached her necked skeleton, she became flesh and lay dear beside me. when in the morning gods glory shone down, we were entangled as vines which are graced with spurs and thorns ( Read more... )

I just worked for nine days consecutively at the cafe, first time in my life. Can't say i would do it again ( Read more... )

do you ever begin a post in hesitation, (?) reflecting on the potential of what is left behind, in words, data stored for the sake of this network, community, togetherness? More or less, the inspiration, and personal fulfilment which resides in 'posting'. (?) These questions of awareness, or personal growth are also forms of denial? All THIS AND ( Read more... )

trying something new ( Read more... )