Yesterday, while I was on Facebook in my usual love/hate Facebook angst, a friend shared a video which reminded me… Read more riding with you
Tag: love
“declare that space…
that hauntingly beautiful space is yours”, he mournfully willed her to understand. The bright lights were off, but he… Read more “declare that space…
5o words
Dolefully, she, sitting down, putting her ear buds in, not getting to the end of the song, knowing where… Read more 5o words
Assiduous Respiratory Therapy (take two)
She drew back the curtains with all the care that wasn’t in the world. She had to keep trying. To restart… Read more Assiduous Respiratory Therapy (take two)
(re-posted in honour of the passing of a young friend)
what a recondite day for a funeral the sky the colour of wind with it’s abstruse way of connecting and… Read more (re-posted in honour of the passing of a young friend)
chapter 51 or something
He came through the door and she wasn’t surprised. Whenever she was struggling to arrange her alphabet, he would appear.… Read more chapter 51 or something
skein
And while she was clawing out the sub conscious ponderings on definition a, b or c of her defeated-ness, she… Read more skein
No One is Around, pt 1 of 2
“Can we just lie here for a moment? She knows what to do and it’s so much easier to make… Read more No One is Around, pt 1 of 2
Safer Ground, pt 2
no one is around (part one) She didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t she saying anything? But she had. She just… Read more Safer Ground, pt 2
ALP
So after FFP and I figured out how to share this, because I am a bit share illiterate, and we… Read more ALP
tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery…
on her owl backpack, “Doctor Vanessa, she does have blood in her wing so she’ll be fine. But there’s no… Read more tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery…
it poemed through your death…
…the colour from her dream, it drained right through dimensions, the syntax, and the stream. Euphonious not to mourners the… Read more it poemed through your death…
what are the words for mothers’ day?
ponders myself a day that’s already bled in (365 times Hallmark) to our psyches’ movement through mountained plains perpetual translating of the… Read more what are the words for mothers’ day?
sometimes two darks make a light
he wore his strobe light to precise his own sight incising surreal into a savoury byte she wore lightning… Read more sometimes two darks make a light
the journey doesn’t end here…
But she really did love those tiles. They were hand made and placed with loving carelessness, in haste. She… Read more the journey doesn’t end here…
sepiated
(I took this photo yesterday of my father. He still works as a landscaper, at 83! He helps to take… Read more sepiated
