writing

I write to keep memories, to show things, to think about things, to express emotions, to remember dreams... some examples are here.

sleep series one

drowning before morning

my head is a stone

falling deeper and far

into darkwater dreams; this river

is colder than you know.

leaf blankets wait

on the bottom

to cradle me in soft forever solitude.

(i don't see any other rocks.)

i will never surface

unless your hands

crush the rainbows behind my eyes

into daylight.

don't

make me be your talisman.

i don't want to be buried

in your pocket...

she was a woman who always wondered what she would choose as her totem animal.  she liked the crisp red of a fox, the easy trot across the urban landscape, while still carrying wilderness inside… or perhaps she would choose the dolphin, always smiling even through ocean heartbreak and breathing air while at the same time swimming through waves… or sometimes she felt the unwieldiness of a jellyfish, the lack of solid structure and the future of being beached by time and by fate…but in the end she would probably choose the cat, mainly because of the ability to purr, to sleep in awkward positions, to be at the same time cute and fierce…

three reasons

(somebody asked me once)

why i like buttons

1.         shape.

a circle is complete,

but a circle divided

can become stars.

2.         variety.

all those little shell buttons

look the same

until light shines on them.

3          endurance.

how many buttons in that jar

still hold threads?

count them.