how'do ma'am.

wha'cha lukin' at darrrrrlun'?

i see you there.

where have you been #19?
i searched lifetimes for you!

The Uses of Sorrow

a poem by Mary Oliver
(in my sleep I dreamed this poem)



someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

it took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

what will i do.....

...when your arms
wrap around me
in embrace?

...while i walk beside you
on our path
to the next path?

...when you look
straight through my eyes
and into my soul?

...while you kneel to pray
at the edge
of my trees?

...when you take down
one brick
and then another?

...while you fill my life
in as many ways
as you see fit?

...when you say yes
or no to what is
or is not?

...while you process
all that i say
and all that i do?

...when silence becomes me
as you say nothing
and be?

what will i do....
other than love you as i have,
love you as i do,
and love you as i will?

ferelisk bard

one day.
two rains.
speak'n of one...
can of butter beans.

poor paul.
no gum for paul.
but really....
don't know you.

shoot'n baskets,
balls of paper.
not unpossible.

we can not,
or can we?
not unheard of.

it is survival.
sanity break.
needed unrest.

your rings....
your food....

weight of the world by tandi rose

you silly little

twenty fo(u)r

grams

cracker box

mathmeticians

what would you know about

gravitational force of

attraction

for you

melding as murder

i killed a man this week.
his name was sada kazundi.
i had an accomplice.
she questioned his being,
before i denied it.
he exists more dead,
than he ever did alive.

i killed a man this week.
i ate him.
his flesh was tough to chew,
but tasted delicious.
i will be full for a lifetime.
there are leftovers,
if you want some.

i killed a man this week.
rest assured, he was deserving.
it was his time to go.
it was my job to do it.
and so it is done.
i killed him.
i devoured him.
and now he is home.