I swear it gets me every time.  :)  

It's interesting that without any conscious motivation the language of a group coagulates at the lowest common denominator of vocabulary and sentence structure.  I was just reading an interview with a very intelligent poet friend of mine, and found myself wondering how the interviewer managed to transcribe the tapes!  He uses words that don't even ( Read more... )

His hands.  They are huge and I feel like he can hold all of me in just one of them.
The way he wraps his arms around me like he is the only one who will ever do so, by right of his great skill in this area.
His rampant excitement and joy.
His mind.
His eyes that look like the Grand Canyon at dawn.
The way he makes me feel like the only beautiful woman ( Read more... )

What I mean to say is, I'm bipolar.  If it's good enough for Earth, it's good enough for me ( Read more... )

the sweetest one

my lover is the sweetest one.
this will not be enough,
he says. he fears he will not be enough
for me.  he holds me (sniffling) anyway,
and tells me that he doesn’t hate
all of me.  he wants to use my wonder
as a basis for his growth; my tears
as a water-weird to his insensitivity.

origami

laying together, legs folded crane style
with our tandem breathing spreading
your skin against my back
we resemble nothing
so much as a piece of origami paper
each tip delicately folded into
the corresponding crease.

Grrr... tire, breaks ( Read more... )

All of December is my month, but don't tell the others. They get jealous.

in Victrola to La Vie En Rose with the surprised and pleased barista, I am telling myself that if I read the blogs of people I don't know for long enough I will eventually write my paper.

Oh, Edith.

<3

I'm sharing a room, I can't breathe, I'm in one of the most beautiful, peaceful places on the planet, and I do not feel beautiful _or_ peaceful ( Read more... )