Tuesday, December 28, 2010


I have to peel off my pants.
no more puddles.
oh, how it squishes
the sound makes me laugh out loud!

For real. pants are wet
there was loud puddle stomping.
I regret nothing.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Curled up and stretched out.
Mountains move in a soft breath.
Piercing eyes and smirks.

late night musing

Here are the cross roads
it's not surprising, really -
my hour, your month.

I'm reminded of
boys and their guitars - gone by.
Black and white photos.


A run in with past
A tango with forgotten
A waltz with before

A knowing of now
A salsa in a passion
A wanting of more

A willing of calm
A want of complete balance
A dance of two.