I call her Moon.
              Why, you ask?
Because she is light
     when my nights are heavy.

r ~ 4/24/14

Meet today armed.
Strong with the
Deep, warm, grandfatherlap-
Safe feeling of security
-As solid as a kind mountain-
[-Arms strong, hands like hills-]

As if all you are
[Except the child in you],

Is gone [and the child sleeps]
Knowing
All
Is just
Well.

When nothing's added to this world,
All there is
Is care.

i didn't donate blood today. i could've, but i didn't. my friends did. all day, people talked about the donors like they were heroes. we watched a video about donating, about a little girl whose live was saved thanks to a donation. my friends' blood will save lives. but i didn't donate today, because my blood is thick with misguided bits of you and to burden someone else with that would be to condemn them, too, to hell.+

i think part of me is still
waiting for prince charming
and it sickens me.

Cold feet hold up the weariest of skeletons.
I am sick of this limbo.

Flinging myself between two hearts in the hope one will sear an imprint
on non-existent flesh.

Nobody can love cold bones
and cold bones can love nobody
when they have no body to love.

The lantern bunting
Is looped between the street
Lamps against the sea
It is gorgeous
When you walk among them
And see
The dusk
When horizons
of ultramarine and seaweed
collide with cantaloupe and dusty red and honey .