you hurt and i hurt ( Read more... )

there were wild times among the family where we spun and laughed and cried and broke apart and mended ( Read more... )

in the prime tanning time (10-2 according to my mother) i was laying outside in the field for doing such things. beneath: two towels, the greenest grass, tiny curious spiders. above: stretching upandupandup sky, the shadows of growing leafy things, my eyes. relaxed, they watched for the moutains, the bluegreen mysterymountains that came instead of ( Read more... )

how do you ever know you made the right choice?

i'm here and i'm lonely and my job fell through. my boss hasn't paid me for my training and he won't give me a schedule -told me so to my face- and won't call to say when i can work again, so i'm giving up and hoping he didn't waste too much of my time for me to get another job soon. i'm going out ( Read more... )

Since when did everyone get so judgmental when it comes to the decision to NOT have kids ( Read more... )

The way I planned it, rain only touches my fingertips.

The complicated smell of earth and wet wood infiltrates.

The gray sky is sponge painted in careful swirls.

The growing things are too green with hope.

The rain (pain) is patiently quiet,

background noise,

but growing louder.

The tears crash familiar to make salty tide pools between my breasts ( Read more... )

the indifferent stillness of summers in their heated dark times draws me out of the man-made coolness into the naturaleza:

yellow lights staring calmly out from stranger houses where i imagine broad-faced glasses filled with strawberry                 wine

someone told me I ( Read more... )

never thought i'd say this, but i want to get out of here as soon as possible. not because i want to get away from the people here, but because this has gone on too long. i feel like leaving is so close that i think about it nearly all the time, but it's far enough away to torture me.

i don't think people realize i'm going. 12 days people and i'm ( Read more... )

Remember that episode of Sex and the City when Carrie decides to go to Paris because she's afraid of losing The Russian? I'm not blond or a sex columnist and he's not a Russian artist, but I'm going with him so as not to lose him ( Read more... )