Mornings can be so lovely, after all. I must be getting old. Day three of the migraine that could. God bless loose-knit IKEA blankets and candles that smell like gingerbread and cost four bucks.

The Book of General Ignorance.

I like to tell myself. Your place in my life. That only i can find. In the attic of my mind. I could feel her body. In this shirt so thin. I lingered in the moment.

She tells me they sleep on raised beds. In the Caribbean to feel scented breezes grazing bodies and faces. I ask her to move. On the job opportunities in such a place. Cold air on my burns. This air sweeps in from over the city,.

Excerpts of a passenger on starship Earth. Would I have just followed along quietly, happy enough with trying to survive? Are there really less si.

I have found words of all kinds to be transforming, but for me it is the written word that is most powerful. Whether they are words I have written, or words I have read from others, this is my tribute to and exploration of the transforming word. Sunday, August 28, 2011. Daylight taunts with flashes of brilliant clarity. But the sun, when it rises, is veiled with clouds. Colored teasing purple and mocking gray. Do they shroud a cold Apollo? Or is this drab ersatz morning. I long to blow away the brume.

Poem-sharing at the same time. January 23, 2009 - 2 Responses. There is the long passage in a station. Department stores and restaurants, small shops line up gorgeously. There are a lot of vagrants aside of the long passage. Their clothes do not leave any primary color and do the color that black, gray and dust were mixed in. They prepare the small territory into each under their theory. Their big bags are their only prperty and they are used as their pillows to rest.

Because everyone needs to update their life. The Hole in My Heart. I found a hole in my heart. Like a child, too young to have learned her shapes,. I picked up a piece. Eventually I realized he was too round. I found a second piece. I pounded at him,. Smashed and twisted him too,. Eventually, I realized he was too square. There was a third piece. I picked him up and pounded at him. Eventually, the effort exhausted me,.

Asymp; Leave a comment. Gone are the mornings of mullioned light. Shifting languidly over her bare skin,. Carrying dust that dances and swirls. Before settling indifferently over the room. Gone, the nights of our gait unsteadied. By drinks shared along moonlit streets,. The scent of wine faint on her breath. As she twirls and falls into my embrace. Gone is the love, dismantled and reduced. To fleeting dreams and remembrances,. Weightless as morning light shifting.

Overcome the Label, Live an Active Productive Life! Skip to primary content. Im feeling a bit better today. Trying not to overdo myself. With God in my life I have had some joy through the pain. I just try to remember how much He loves me. I know it is ironic. Thanks Kati, for the amazing recipe! Sit back re.