Each moment on the clock...
TICK
A weighty drop of water...
DRIP
some poetry (if you can call it that) and prose and maybe from time to time a little commentary on this or that
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
meditation in the gloaming
dog breathing fast
then slow
fur smell
faint symphony of crickets
cicadas
truck sounds
75 degrees
sublime perfection of air
cool breeze
raises the hair
on my arms, waiting
keenly aware of distance
keenly aware of closeness
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
wordflow
Recently, I was most uncomfortably seen through by a brand new woman friend with a keen soul who, almost immediately upon meeting me, told me, "I see you. You want someone to love you and adore you and treat you like a princess...like a little girl." Pointed her finger at me, looked me in the eye, "I see you." I fell to a puddle on the floor like the scene in "Amélie" . One of my favorite films of all time by the way. No one has EVER seen through me like that---not so fast, not so unbelievably piercingly, not EVER. Creeped me out a little. Ok, a LOT! Decided I better not look at her the rest of the night for fear of what she might see. It either worked or she just took pity on me.
Fast forward.
Fast forward.
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