Sunday, May 22, 2011


This passes. The pain of letting go. Resignation so that something cosmicly created can enter. In the meantime, I will fill this void with light source and Nina Simone.

Please don't let me be misunderstood.

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

The calm

What story will you tell of our ending?
What eulogy will you weave around your tongue
shared with hungry friends over Sunday brunch?
Inevitably, it will be of my failings. My frailties. My home spun foibles.

The hour approaches quickly, my love
Ready the blade
Make your mark