Monthly Archives: November 2011

Waiting in line for a plane ride.  Careful not to make direct eye contact with a single individual, as this alone time is more crucial than convo at the mo. No stores or stands are open as I do not … Continue reading →

Sitting here.  Right here amidst the aura of a tattered self who still dares to love.  Laying here playing dear notes above a whisper and below a hum that resonate with one but touch upon many.  Simply and not so … Continue reading →

Thankful for crisp autumn leaves collected into piles for landing a jump, uplifting conversations with loved ones, changes in airline itineraries for the better, dancing with a niece, wrestling with a nephew, hugging a mom, visiting an air force base … Continue reading →

Penning fresh ink, suggesting that I care what friends think, or what they would have thought if they would have lived long enough to have thought it.  It keeps returning like a gift I bought for myself, and yet somehow I … Continue reading →

Too many fragmented edges to hold, of shards kept hidden in phases of old.  Tiny cuts across palms, giving alms, holding resentment and my breath.  I sit and stare and glare outside, wondering how many moments until death.  This? That?  41 … Continue reading →