The Path She woke with a start on this morning new to her. Dreams remembered the world behind her eyes and the cataclysms she had returned from. Wrapped in the clothes of her bed, she struggles in the grasp of past terrors of hers. Slipping from the sea of dreams, a rescue of pleasure settles within... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Our Wagons we Ride My heart is a wagon, it's pulled me so far, and has always been true. It's picked me flowers before on the trip through my life. The wagon/my heart has lent me its power, the house it lives in is mine for me now. This wagon told me to stop for you there, to ask you to board, and... Sign in to see full entry.
Forever
And in between the minutes when I think of you, I catch my breath. I hold you there in the eye of my mind and let you surround my heart. You are there, where I know you are meant to be, deep inside, where we've held each other forever. Forever. gjh 12 Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
B eatnik S ummer I parked the rod in a spot, “Ice station zebra” we call it. Out in the middle of no where in one of the first biggest parking lots around. Sitting in the car with every window down, wishing I could roll them further, all the way to the blacktop. It’s a hot bitch out there. I slid... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
I Am From... Over years through my life, I have been struck by moments when alone. An urge blooms within me to question my place inside me. Who am I? Me, among needles of grass in a field of green holding to Earth with all the purchase roots will allow. I am not alone in this field, the sun feels... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Wren on the Blue Gate He was insectivorous. Starving most all the time in this season of snow. The iron gate guarding the drive toward the monstrous home, was itself, comparably monstrous. The hinged entryway was painted a deep blue. It served as perch beneath the thinnest of scrawny talons. They... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Diary #2
Woke this morning, just now, the pen hasn’t settled in to my fingers, kind of numb there. I’m not hungover today, which is almost worthy of a celebration itself. No booze now for over six weeks. Outside the window, the snow absorbs all sound. It’s so quiet, all I hear is the faithful purr of the... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Diary
This afternoon, I stood outside of Trader Joe’s on 6th Avenue and woofed down some spicy california roll. It was windy, cold, and the snowflakes were so tiny they easily careened into my eyes as I ate. Multiple umbrellas, blown inside out, crowded a trash can like large skinny fruit bats roosting in... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Me and My Arrow Arrow and I awoke most days on the same plane of consciousness. He as a dog. Me as human. We had the same hope and dreams, immediate as they were. Settling of stomach pangs, and movement of the bowels, though never necessarily in that order. While on walks, me inside my thoughts,... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
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