little paper people chains

bitterness was broken today.
&forgiveness flowed freely from my mouth &hands.
&it was all most as though I had met you for the first time, for good.
it wasn`t cordiality, even.
we were fractured humans.
at our finest, bleeding all over the place.

50 gallon fish tank

I want every one to eat three full meals today.
I want us to utilize public transportation &bicycles.
I want every car I see to have at least 5 people in it, unless it can seat more.
I want my heart to be still when I pass older, Hispanic gentlemen.
I want to have quality dialogue with strangers.
I want to put up lost &found signs for the family whose retriever went missing.
I want to rest fully.
I want His whispers.
I want to love more simply.
I want to live more sincerely.

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"Grab three pitchers of water," he says, "we`ll drive down to Malibu &do our part." [throw some water on the fire?][!]
Oh! How I confuse myself with this future talk!

Hardwood Hands

The lovely bones/Her quiet laugh/Silence&stillness/In a cacophanous hall.
Of two-hundred souls/Stacked two-stories high.
In hushed tones/She wanders/Outloud.

that curiously, bizarre thing

You. You, sir.
You are of a curious sort.
The kind I cannot seem to understand
No matter how hard I try
Or [how hard] you laugh[!]
Or how much is said
You curious thing; notion in my mind
The kind I cannot seem to understand
Stay that Way.
Do not change.
Display poorly crafted art
Shyly.
You curiously, perplexing being,
That I cannot seem to understand.
Stay that Way.
I do not want to build a
White, picket fence around
You.
Or my
Curiously, bizarre, misunderstanding heart.

and not one motion her gesture could I forget.

The prettiest bag lady I ever met.
Pushing her cart in the rain, then gathering plastic and glass
She watched the day pass,
Not hour by hour... but pain by pain.
I was a basket filled with holes, &she was the sand I tried to hold
That ran out behind me as I swung with some invisible hand.

I stopped believing, You start to move
[She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine]
I stopped my leaving &the better man bloomed
[&You can pour us out and we won`t mind]

I was dead then alive,
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won't mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "My life is no longer mine."

&if you`re still looking for a blanket, sweetie,
I`m sorry, I'm no sort of fabric;
But if you need a tailor... then take your torn shirt, stumble up my stairs,
&mumble your pitiful prayers and in your tangled, knotted sleep,
Our midnight needles go to work until all comfort and fear flows in one river
Down in the shop by the mirror where you see yourself whole... and it makes you shiver.

I stopped believing, You start to move
[She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine]
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
[& You can pour us out and we won`t mind]

I was dead then alive,
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won`t mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "Our lives our not our own."

Even the wind lay still,
Our essence was fire and cold & movement, movement...
Oh, if they ask you for the sign of the Father in you,
Tell them it`s movement, movement, movement &... repose.

i am a child in these hills.

I think I would like to join a house church.
I think we need more "hey, Dad," prayers, sloppiness and true community, tears, rejoicing with the rejoicers, and fracturing with the broken. We ought to break bread together &linger over fellowship longer. I should walk more slowly, talk more gently, &love more strongly. It appears that the Lord is more interested in the marginalized outskirted pocket pigeons of society, than the popular, unblemished lambs. I am one of those pigeons, you know. Perhaps we all are. What if we are just sposed to flock together, care for one another, and line our nests with feathers &soft things?
How good and pleasing it is when brothers &sisters dwell together in unity!

our old neighbour with four cats.

I hesitated to think about the future today.
But then your letter came. &I wasn`t so afraid.

poetic waxings

Thing I Liked About Today.
1. Children's laughter
2. Breakfast waffles
3. Good company
4. Warm massage tables
5. Musical worship
6. Old friends
7. New friends
8. Good books
9. Writing &penmanship
10. Leggings
11. Yawns

peregrine falcons

tnaw I I want
.sterces siH His secrets.
sih ,ecno roF For once, his
.sterces tsetfoS Softest Secrets.