10312013

despite the voices saying, don’t!

i do.

10202013

morning…

jasmine tea brews in the teapot

the curtains ripple at the window

maria callas cries from the speakers

erratic sunlight caresses the doorframe

and i…

a rawness

an open vessel

curved and poised for

all of these impermanences

it's sunday
that, too, is impermanent

10052013

she said,

i’m falling.

i said,

we fall.

and we rise.

and we have a clearer view.