some place else to be driftin’…
Posted in Journal on May 1st, 2003
What is the shape of time? We speak of it as if it was a world peopled by the breadth of our pains and scope of our joys, as an immutable and bottomless well where we pour our tears, as if it was a cup we fill with the moments of our lives.
Posted in Journal on May 3rd, 2003
I don’t know if Armand believes a normal blog should have something new to say everyday, but I love the subtle ways he wakes me up from general somnolence. He sends me the most remarkable links. Check out this poem generator if you’re having a sour-heavy day on the creative department, or if […]
Posted in Journal on May 6th, 2003
“Blue punch buggy, no punch buggy back!”
A little fist thumping just over my shoulder blade jerked me up from my slouched-down-hunched-over-the-wheel driving posture on this too-bright May morning. It was my turn to drive three irrepressible 8-year-olds to school today. I whipped my neck around to send an all-too-useless glower of resentment towards those grinning […]
Posted in Journal on May 10th, 2003
I do believe that one is truly, awfully alone. When you know that, then all your relationships — even the most ephemereal — become most precious. As candles in the wind are to lives, so do ‘falling stars’ are to relationships. We are there, we are gone.
The short view can be so hard, so dreary, if only for its normalcy.
Posted in Journal on May 14th, 2003
Truth is, some of the nicest things in existence, you got to earn them; you have to work for them…
Posted in Journal on May 16th, 2003
I love you; unquestionably so. I cherish you as one of two of the gentlest, kindest sisters I will ever have in this lifetime. We have shared so much, and loved so much, and in the same way. We may not have shed the same tears, or for the same reasons, but our roads as […]
On Thursday night, I was told to stay up so I could watch that lunar eclipse that the newspapers and radio stations were carping about earlier in the morning. They said the moon was going to look gold, then red. Reports said it would especially be a sight to see in Florida. I was curious.
Posted in Journal on May 23rd, 2003
There are days in my life when thinking leads me nowhere. I look out windows of my soul and see gray expanses. I measure those spaces out; expand and decrease both my ‘line of sight’ and the depth of that grayness, with perspectives varying only in degrees of desire, or the absence of […]
Posted in Journal on May 24th, 2003
Each one of us must have a place within ourselves, well within our souls, where we can lie down to rest. We spend time and countless words to define our need for it; as if to define it was a way to find it, as if analysis was to finally substantiate it — as […]
