Let it become ( Read more... )

I was walking home from work this evening in chilled, dark air with my hands tucked into the little pockets on the skirt of my dress when "Let it be" shuffled into my ears from my ipod ( Read more... )

This country breathes him for me
And every sigh is like merino wool
Aching to be soft and warm
But always scratching the skin
When things are clean and tender.

But note, this breath
Layered under cotton and silk
Becomes unseen comfort
Only to be peeled off in time
When I expose and stimulate.

Air or analogy
I inhale
Might he always be
against me

It's a foggy day, raining outside but hazy in my mind after a late night with friends and Irish car bombs ( Read more... )

Last night I had the second dream I've had lately that has involved spirits - where at some point in the dream I woke up to talk to them. I'm starting to wonder what it means - if my soul is hankering for some depth, poetic merit...I feel like I want to kiss irony, run my fingers over its skin and move my hand through its body ( Read more... )

love is the virtue of the heart ( Read more... )

My horoscope tells me it's a good day to listen to my heart. My heart asks me, why are you reading horoscopes? But then, I consider my aspirations, and my love of lists, and here I am. Listening. Conversing. The only way I know how ( Read more... )

It's hard for me to swallow an autumn March. I feel the chill in the air and when I wake up in the morning, the sun hasn't woken up with me. Yet when I glance around there are no majestic hard wood trees, rusting into beautiful colors, and when I look at the calendar I'm not blending the O of orange and the O of October in my mind ( Read more... )

hello old mates ( Read more... )

what I'd miss if I left here ( Read more... )