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I read that the best place to find four leaf clovers in Seattle is at Gasworks Park. I'm so there.
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[30 Jul 2008|03:38pm] |
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I don't like myself very much right now.
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[12 May 2008|02:48pm] |
I just want everything to be gone for a while so I can get over whatever ridiculous self inflicted "problems" I have and move on.
I feel like should I crawl under a rock.
What insanity.
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[30 Apr 2008|12:56pm] |
Victory
I can feel in my heart
the faint cry
of a destitute sparrow
sense the clock hands
moving in diameter around it
It doesn't take me long
to find it in the center
of a grain-filled windmill
Trying with all I have
to make her closed eye open
I sit on the broken wing
Somewhere in the field
a flower unfolds
and I beam with victory
as the bird hops away
This is the day
I have always waited for --
to be visible.
*
Reversal
In the middle of the Vastlands
there are villages
in every nook of the hillside
and straight ahead
a copper water tower
Out of the corner of my eye
I see a butterfly land
on the trellis,
windstruck and translucent,
an angel with no face
It is amazing
what I can see now
from the place I'm sitting
because of that.
*
For "Ghost Butterfly"
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| Yellow Kitchen |
[30 Apr 2008|12:54pm] |
After storms have gone
billowing back to the shore
and once again I have
failed to bring the thunder
to their attention...
I migrate with mourn
to my favorite place
The sill is always bright here
even when the shadows are cast
as mighty as the tallest tree
in the nearby graveyard
The absense of the lady
with the long brown hair
and soft ruffled apron
surprises me
and then she appears,
takes the handle of the mop
and I think she looks
like a queen on a leaf
weeping for all the lost remains
she knows she never can find
I haven't been blessed
with the gift of foresight
here in this yellow kitchen,
I dread the day
when all of this is destroyed,
as easily as a careless
stone through a web.
- For "Ghost Butterfly"
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[30 Apr 2008|12:52pm] |
♥
♥
I just learned how to make those. I'm such a dork.
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[25 Apr 2008|12:53am] |
For Ghost Butterfly
I shall finish the project soon... This is a new one:
My wings are tired,
from flying over
trees covered in frost,
sparkling, the last of their
leaves gently swaying,
barely holding on
When sometimes the ground
is the only place
I want to belong to
today I feel like them,
and succumb to the fate
of the wind's final gasps
of the season
Yet, there are no bells ringing,
no shrill panic to overcome
and my heart can feel soft again
even just for one day,
From drifting sea to sea
to every sorrow filled eye,
today I can almost remember
what my life was like before this burden.
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| Each day |
[24 Apr 2008|03:04pm] |
The woven flower basket
with a dead bee inside
is visited by the one
that remains alive, resting near
it must feel haunted
The embroidered bluebird,
leaning ladder, cloudy vase
all of these objects have been touched by ghosts
Never shall I touch again
not for the sake of it
but for the sake of everything
For I keep on waking up with wounds
that I do not remember getting
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[22 Apr 2008|08:35pm] |
What I’ve discovered (April 22)
Moving around
the perimeter of the lake
thinking about how everyone
loves the water so
and how everybody lies
The boats push into my vision
of skyscrapers
As I wake from this perpetual dream
I can feel the whole thing
burn to the ground
What have I discovered
here in the sun,
when there are no superstitions to count on
The only thing I'm allowed to know
is that you're probably breathing
*******
Ribbons (April 22)
The wind blows blue smoke away
letter carriers in the wind
always drifting
what did you expect of the windchimes
and birds in the lattice
the air will not answer
A bumblebee slept on
my sunny patio all day
and disappeared into the night
open ended
A deficit of glimpses
reducing myself
to only a feeling in my chest
I'll never entwine
the ribbons that belong
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Two (April 21)
I have two rainbows
one is the cat's tail
the other is my window
prisms sparkle into
my illusions
and I can't come down
How many times do I
have to wander through
these fields, the cranes &
dreary shadows so tall
before it is real
I've seen it in the sky,
a sing song,
airplane... airplane...
did it fly over you too?
*******
Iron horse (April 17)
I do a double take
of the iron horse
prancing in the endless field
it is untouchable
I've removed your pennies from my tracks
hid them in a satin box
but they are still with me
A pretty girl obtains the horse
what heartache
"What seems to be the problem, Madam...
is there a problem, Miss?"
I trace my hand
to hide my face.
I'll never tell.
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[15 Apr 2008|04:13pm] |
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I am sad
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| Sunset gown |
[04 Apr 2008|03:49pm] |
mystic rain
the crimes of finches
sunny rain
on the porch,
swarms & shatters
yellow cotton
i crawl further
and further away
in my sunset gown
grasping the quiet
songs of the shade
choosing my destiny
with perfectly closed eyes
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Today
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| When I thought my kingdom was real |
[04 Apr 2008|01:52am] |
walking the sidewalks
in parks, the blooms
in the pond
sorrow and songs of mother
between the sheets
just as soon as her mother does
she will lay the eggs
hollr for you
and take you in
through the door
my heart's cavity
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[25 Mar 2008|09:24pm] |
I want a hamster. I want a hamster.
A Dwarf hamster...
But I can't have one.
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| Peeps |
[14 Mar 2008|02:18pm] |
Vickie just asked me for a PEEP from last easter. Are you serious?
Yeah, we still have some of those laying around, lol. *sarcasm*
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[16 Feb 2008|11:42am] |
I made this a few days ago.
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| Poetry |
[23 Jan 2008|02:13am] |
I went though a few "recent" poems and this is one I think I like called Mattress in the playroom, and here it is.
Mattress in the playroom
painted flowers,
brushstrokes of peach
embrace delicate hair
tied in a valentine bow
i roll over to grasp the crystal glass
the sweet liquid almost gone
from the orchard, east of the fields
i taste it on my tongue
i hear papa, down in the front yard
he calls inside, his voice curls
through the custard drapes
rolling thunder on the ground,
birds flee from the powerlines,
the lawnmower starts.
*****
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[13 Dec 2007|02:56pm] |
what can you remember
was it real or imagined
i'm wating...
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[05 Dec 2007|10:41pm] |
There has got to be a way to go through life without feeling so much.
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