Thursday, May 29, 2008


"oatmeal sticks to your ribs, you know."
i remember your words at the grocery store, &hurried breakings of fast in the office.
&now i am left to ponder:
are these really the things that have harmed you? is that why you yelp, &squirm &tease me into patting your head every now &then?
does divorce really do that to pre-teen bones?
are you afraid of being a lone in the night?
i am observing you [three] to be sure. &oh! what an interesting sort!
why are these ideas suddenly so intriguing to my mothered&fathered heart?
is this what happens when you date a psychologist?!

Friday, May 23, 2008


He timidly opens the door &peeks in. He`s wearing this colourful scarf &he introduces himself. "Hi, my name is Jose. I`m going to water the plants for you. It will be a long weekend." I mutter some thing to the effect of 'yes...please...gracias[?]' Jose is my favourite grounds worker, but he`ll never know. &that`s all right. Isn`t it? Is it all right to be favoured ambiguously? Is it all right for me to look just a little bit longer when I see a weathered face in hopes of catching sight of that scarf? "What`s your family like? When was the last time you were home?" What good can come from this innocent faithfullness?

What good comes from a foggy may day? It is colder now than it was this morning. &as I sit comfortably in a climate regulated this my excuse for the state of my heart? Oh! SomeOne teach me what it means to love warmly again!

Thursday, May 22, 2008


"A miracle is when the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. A miracles is where one plus one equals a thousand."

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

what better place?

"Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day`s chalking." -f.b.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


wally is an australian wombat, &we rescued him from goodwill!
[jackie is a real black cat that we did not adopt from goodwill.]

Saturday, May 10, 2008


i hope you can hear me way up [and over] there.
i hope you know that for the first time in a long time i am as a lone as the solitary polar bear,
[or the north wood moose]
but you can be assured that they are not spending their time as i ought:
with tea and meatless hotdogs.
&it`s not so much the fact that you are gone,
but that i must remember what it means to be a little more empty,
an ever-trusting soul,
minus indulgent sprees at the gallery & winning the snake`s mouth.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

the foxes.

&no matter how much i talk,
no matter how well i talk,
it`s only stupid talk!
oh! i could not rid myself of you[r words] if the forest`s trees were pens,
&all the oceans filled with ink!