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plansforlife

'coconut season' (03.06.06)

beware! the sharks slither around above our heads. in nests made for birds in the tops of trees. and my heart dances around like the leaves on a balcony. who don't know it's too high and if they stray from it's narrow confines. the bones in their legs will break. or at least bend at the most awkward of angles. and i want ( Read more... )

'the ocelot'

bathsheba! what have i done!
she is temptation. and desire is a crafty thief. her face is always changing! you see her pass with that curious glance. but that's the chance! to nurse bulemic pride. and we won't be satisfied tonight. or ever in our lives.
o, the ocelot! surely we are lost! 
this burns like straw! and i have reached a part ( Read more... )

i often abuse this language. i use the words beautiful and love far too often. even when i am quite sure that i have only been blessed with love in You. and this thing is the rope beneath a hand of someone who cannot see the end of the bridge. but hopes that when he finds the end this language he uses will be fair in it's description of the things ( Read more... )

there's a man that rides on a set of aluminum spokes beside me. and if i found it easy to speak to anyone right now. it's not the ones i trust. it would be easier with him. but he has his doubts. as to whether there is room for the frame of his bicycle. it won't do to leave it behind. or if his ears will grow tired of stories. all of them with ( Read more... )

it's love! it's love! but i cannot find the roots. and it's not love at all. Christ remember i am not to be trusted. i spent an afternoon sorting through a shelf. bottling and labeling the beliefs they held. and what a waste. when outside children are tasting snowflakes. one delights in what his tongue imagines is a grain of sugar. another in a ( Read more... )

he sits on the couch. he says his head hurts and he shoves another fistfull of pills into his mouth and asks me what i know about life. God i want to be his coffee table book. answers. as easy as musing over a few inspirational quotes and supermodel thin thought provoking images. that suprise in the face of a child when he staples his hand to a ( Read more... )

a woman great in wisdom once said this to me. that every motion has it's purpose. and i believe her! that every time a leaf stirs it is dancing with the insects that crawl across it's surface that every time a person dies we use their body to build a bridge and that is one less hole to be bothered with. but we come from dirt. not soil. but the ( Read more... )

brothers and sisters. i slept and as i slept He whispered things to me. such an assortment as it was that i cannot remember most of it. but of what i can recall i will labor to present in as clear a fashion as possible. this is but a beginning to something that i will put forth a strenuous effort to see to an end.

there are streets. streets that ( Read more... )

 or 'bloom where you are planted dear.' - my grandmother.

of these firework watchings and plainly dressed nineteenth century school teacher longings. she is gentle and bends her fingers around a stem of wheat. pressing her thumb against the head and singing the love her mother once gave but did not intend for her to hear. her eyelids would flutter  ( Read more... )