Saturday, August 29, 2009

away he goes.

i`m still here.
miss you.
love you.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

two odd ducks

i won`t tell you that i know more people than i think i do.
or that my grandpa`s violin has been carelessly stowed in the guest bedroom for over 4 years now.
you`ll never get me to slip that i hurt &ache &find joy just like the next person does.
but i will confess that i do feel, i do fight, &i`m not certain of what happens next.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

on days.

there are some times when fresh air is just the ticket to the wisconsin family`s much-anticipated annual vacation
& the smell of chlorine and hot-tubs, lion paws &duck landings, barely brushing the backside of water reminds me that to be antsy is to be alive
and to be alive is to feel
and feeling is hurting inside your innards,
flying past framed photographs,
still wondering what you could be.