

AloneI envision; there is no house Connected to my room. I am living in a lone little shack, with the barren cold Whistling all around me.Alone
Inside, The sun has already flown; Over my small window, and the only light left is that which reflects off of the snow.
Truthfully, the cold Stings against my skin; but it does not distort my happiness.


UntitledI find Your strength so beautiful like the Silent power of the oceanUntitled


i hated you, and new years evethe sound of rubber slippers in the street /// our limbs are kites /// there are pen-marks on my pillow from when i fell asleep while writing to you.i hated you, and new years eve
there is a maya-bird in my heart; it loves as a bird loves, soaringly, in tree-bough bits and pieces, everything in song ...
my village deconstructs and i forget you; everything blooms like napalm in the sky and you come running back, arms full of letters, eyes like shipyards in the night.
All Alone

ListsThere are some things in lifeLists
that bring a smile to my face.
You think of them in passing but they never stay.
The color yellow, and orange juice.
Crinoline and ballet slippers.
Passing thoughts,
left under the piles of yesterday's mail.
Folk music on a three-lane street.
How nice you looked that day! Electricity conducted by wind.
Porcupines. Pesky things.
That sounds the wind made once.
Vintage lockets.
Remember that day we rolled down the hill? Teapots of all creatures!
When my curls get stuck in my eyelashes-- &n
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