empty souls

February 29, 2012 § 2 Comments

“All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.”

-W.B. Yeats

to break your heart…

February 28, 2012 § 1 Comment

“I tell you this
to break your heart,
by which I mean only
that it break open and never close again
to the rest of the world.”

Hello, sun in my face…

February 28, 2012 § 2 Comments

“Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields…Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.”

-Mary Oliver

to love what is mortal, hold it, then let it go..

February 28, 2012 § 2 Comments

“to live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go

-Mary Oliver

cinnamon, cloves and chocolate

February 28, 2012 § 2 Comments

Lately, I wake up convinced, this will be the best day of my life. I’m writing…..by my side is “i left my heart in san francisco” coffee mug, bursting with rich organic coffee, raw cacao, cinnamon, cloves, ginger, fenugreek, cardamon and raw honey. The dark exotic mixture falls down my throat and I feel I must be in love or in heaven, or somewhere away from the poverty of this earth. I feel rich, free, so happy, i know this feeling could not be of this earth. Still unsure. Is this the release of the writing, or my exotic heated beverage?

Either way, I could fly off this balcony and never come back down.


February 27, 2012 § 3 Comments

my chest beats with submission to this pain
the acceptance of what you bring
and the tearing off of each brick
i laid down hoping you would respect
i see that i laid down alone
in a bed built for two made of thorns
if i jump ship i drown in my own pain
but if I stay I gain nothing except the burdens we both obtained

Color me..

February 25, 2012 § 1 Comment



February 24, 2012 § 2 Comments

my beautiful night

February 24, 2012 § Leave a comment

efficient lovers

February 23, 2012 § 1 Comment

“Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.”

-Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy 

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