Thursday, April 30, 2009

We'll take the late night wind down
The night skies open roads
The mind adrift in constellations
Stars and headlights
We glide with rocket ship thoughts

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Dirty Pictures Of Food

#7 in a series of 34

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Friday, April 24, 2009




like a lost idea
float down stream

Thursday, April 23, 2009


Monday, April 20, 2009

I had a dream about this once.
It looked like tire tread.
It smelled like pipe smoke.
And it felt like the cracked edge
of a glass jar.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

That Day

It was slated, declared:
Rejuvenation of Magic Day
: An event to kick off a whole new cycle of fresh inspirations, movement, regenerations, love, and of course, making of magic.

Happy Rejuvenation of Magic Day to you. May it fill your heart and soul and self. May it bubble and flutter and butterfly. And glow. Yes glow in breathing rays. Inside and out. Smiles of small explosions. Idea balloons floating up dangling glimmering ribbons of different colors. And the warmth of whole. The in to out. The open mouth. The full chest. The closed eye twinkle. The raining lungs. The new morning. (s) I can't wait to see it on you.
smiles like coats
vitamin D soaks
you can dance the light glide
we call that the 'Sunday Morning Slide'

wet grass toes
clear headed mows
music from the sunny side
we call that the 'Sunday Morning Slide'

yeah chins are up
and the stride is fine

Friday, April 17, 2009

Shoulder Twitch

The room was filled with a web of stitched nerves.
You could bounce jitters off of the walls.
Your gut would flutter with anxiety to walk in.
And when you left, well, it would take many deep breaths to shake off
the lingering jitters.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

"I'm crawlin' here..."

And with that went that.
Tears in the cold breeze.
You never would have know that it was Spring.
It takes a long walk.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

So we're taking deep breaths.
The days are sliding slower.
The light, softening again.
The heart rolling back in.
Lost and Learned. Found.
Come back around. And different.
The molecules of change are a bustling bunch.
One has to blow them with breaths from the chest.
Sometimes you have to let people know what you want.
And sometimes you have to make things happen.