Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Someone had the Blues Today
I went
out
into
the
rain
soaked
ground.
Sky
awakening.
Sun
peeking
through
to
what
promised
to
be
a
glorious
day.
I
heard
B.B. King
wailing
on
Lucille.
A
voice
cried
out,
"Oh,
Lord!
Oh,
Lord!"
And
the
sun
dipped
lower
in
it's
autumnal
beauty.
out
into
the
rain
soaked
ground.
Sky
awakening.
Sun
peeking
through
to
what
promised
to
be
a
glorious
day.
I
heard
B.B. King
wailing
on
Lucille.
A
voice
cried
out,
"Oh,
Lord!
Oh,
Lord!"
And
the
sun
dipped
lower
in
it's
autumnal
beauty.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I'm okay.
The strangest thing, well maybe not so much, but my ex partner called me first thing to make sure I was safe. Then another former roommate of mine called to say she was on Portland and 36th and trees were down everywhere. Sirens were going off and I had a quiche in the oven and tomato chutney cooking away on the stove and the rain poured and there was a sense of calmness about it all.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sometimes
The
air
conditioner
whirred.
The
heat
of
summer
ripened
tomatoes.
Sweat
trickled
from
my
pores.
Reflection
came
easy.
Such
a
lovely
time
I
thought.
I
am
always
amazed
when
souls
come
into
contact
with
mine.
Souls
that
are
old
friends.
Tiffany
was
her
name.
Our
hearts
immediately
contacted
each
other.
It
was
no
surprise
to
me
that
I
would
catch
her
attempting
to
see
the
world
in
a
different
perspective.
She
would
close
one
eye
and
curl
her
fingers
up
and
place
this
hand
over
her
open
eye
to
create
her
own
little
view
finder.
A
construction
worker
hit
a
gas
main
and
the
building
had
to
be
evacuated.
We
sat
in
the
shade
of
a
pine.
The
sun's
heat
causing
vapors
to
rise
from
concrete.
She
crawled
onto
my
lap
and
fell
asleep.
Everything
seemed
right.
air
conditioner
whirred.
The
heat
of
summer
ripened
tomatoes.
Sweat
trickled
from
my
pores.
Reflection
came
easy.
Such
a
lovely
time
I
thought.
I
am
always
amazed
when
souls
come
into
contact
with
mine.
Souls
that
are
old
friends.
Tiffany
was
her
name.
Our
hearts
immediately
contacted
each
other.
It
was
no
surprise
to
me
that
I
would
catch
her
attempting
to
see
the
world
in
a
different
perspective.
She
would
close
one
eye
and
curl
her
fingers
up
and
place
this
hand
over
her
open
eye
to
create
her
own
little
view
finder.
A
construction
worker
hit
a
gas
main
and
the
building
had
to
be
evacuated.
We
sat
in
the
shade
of
a
pine.
The
sun's
heat
causing
vapors
to
rise
from
concrete.
She
crawled
onto
my
lap
and
fell
asleep.
Everything
seemed
right.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Crickets have Begun to Chirp
It
really
is
about
the
presence
of
time.
Wandering
about.
Travel
with
thoughts
and
love
waiting
at
the
end.
Surprise
visits.
Projects.
Watching
fish.
And
never
being
concerned
that
time
will
escape.
To
hold
on
to
that.
This
is
the
challenge.
really
is
about
the
presence
of
time.
Wandering
about.
Travel
with
thoughts
and
love
waiting
at
the
end.
Surprise
visits.
Projects.
Watching
fish.
And
never
being
concerned
that
time
will
escape.
To
hold
on
to
that.
This
is
the
challenge.
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