moment #3587

he has the beautiful habit of fitting into unlikely spaces to cuddle with me, fitting himself into/next to me like a warm, brown appendage.

i feel his pulse; different, but still like my own. it deeply interests me. i enjoy watching it flow through his neck as he rests.

if i kiss it, he smiles.

i'd forgotten these gifts that men bring.


black & blue

i recall the sensation
of your fingertips grazing my hips...

they wanted to get to know you;
you seemed to want the same.

there's been lots of silence since.

hands transposed with daggers
memories laced with dolor.

convivial conversations in sweetened sunshine
ended in bitter tears
falling into sunday morning tea.

no consolation
fearing confrontation
immobilized by the past
uncertain of the future.

the spirits said...
then you did...
left reeling, confused,
ego cradling.

i don't know what you want,
but if you're leaving,
take my crystal ball.

the others cracked it
now i can see the spider web taking shape...

it's useless to me.

maybe you can ground it into pixie dust.

i need a different spell.

{july 2008}


100 ideas - halved

you may have noticed that i scaled back to 50 ideas...

i'm sorry to have to cut this project short, but life has gotten in the way, as it is wont to do.  now that i'm a full two (almost three) weeks behind, i really don't know when i'll be able to catch up.   

it was a ton of fun to try to make this happen, and i hope you had fun, too.  maybe i will post another 50 ideas in the coming months.

as always, you can check out my tumblr for all kinds of inspirational goodness.




you found
a new way to hold me...
channeling the sun
to thaw my soul.

all that magic
in two hands
and a strong shoulder.