Thursday

10312013

despite the voices saying, don’t!
i do.

Sunday

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

Saturday

10052013

she said,
i’m falling.

i said,
we fall.
and we rise.
and we have a clearer view.