Sunday, November 22, 2009

remembrances


They were like
fossils
her feet

They took part in

Deep
grooves

playful folds

and

silence

like a drought.


Her elbows

or
"billbows"
said in a french accent

could be molded into wild
creatures

A pinch of skin between the fingers^

a world

a bird

a home

Hand held rivers

and


in winter

dewdrop nose
would freeze like
icicle...

I did not forget
don't worry.





I am pattern

and

I am breaking
.



Thursday, November 5, 2009

meet The CAT.

OK.
back to
the cute things in life.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

I have NO questions.


Something you may
or may not know about me


I...


Have a raging
FEMINIST
inside of me


and I will

NOT

apologize.


I do not need
a lesson on how to be

A WOMAN.


within
proves
it.


your ideas are
old
and are being
discontinued that's why.

Silence
hurts
my throat

and
my stomach
wants
you to know
that

MY
FREEDOM

is
not a THREAT.

so
thank you

BUT

no thank you.