What do they talk about?
Friday, September 26, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Spring Cleaning
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Ikebana
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Heart
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
An Invitation
Saturday, March 29, 2008
The Pain of Change
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Farewell
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Lipstick on the Pig
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Wheel of Life
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Camouflage

One way to disappear
is to blend.
...
Be numb,
insensitive.
Forget about what is right,
what is better.
Life will be easier.
...
But how do I contain
this righteous beat
of my soul,
that is unsettled,
unsatisfied,
and unhappy.
...
When the pain of the present
is greater than
the pain to change,
it is time
to move on.
...
Life is short.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Magic Dragon
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Blue Light
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Winter Night

A dreamy expression
blew suddenly free
cresting in waves
from the old whispering wife
The candles flicker
to trim the long night
and sweep the thick darkness
of this frozen earth
The blanket stretched so taut
like the sorrow of time’s passing
tossed by a gentle breeze from the west
chasing the swelling pink from the east
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Untitled

Finding me, the amnesiac,
at the graveside
is not common.
Today,
nostalgia is the succor-
of fun, of laughter, of joy,
of a place that I called my own.
The resident ghost,
invisible,
has a burden
in his own paradise.
Am I a friend
or an enemy?
He stares through the concrete
with chagrin.
Why does he have to come?”
at the graveside
is not common.
Today,
nostalgia is the succor-
of fun, of laughter, of joy,
of a place that I called my own.
The resident ghost,
invisible,
has a burden
in his own paradise.
Am I a friend
or an enemy?
He stares through the concrete
with chagrin.
Why does he have to come?”
Saturday, November 24, 2007
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