but the animals have come, and this is
no ordinary language.
Slugs pulling themselves through the mud,
beady eyed crows and blue winged things
blue jays--maybe your hands with feathers...
You with worms in your mouth
like honey strings, to fill the tiny beaks.

The water was softer, you might remember,
I asked her truth? and she washed half away ( Read more... )

Walking through Chinatown ( Read more... )

The tea spouts into the teacup ( Read more... )

I have been listening to the geese for months, sqwauking into the dark water of the lake. Goddess spread her fingers out into the deep wet earth and I live above the tears she filled there. This is a tip, a white fingernail island that looks like ice in the night. But then the silhouettes come out to you, small dots one by one-- winged. Beds like ( Read more... )

kzjifvshgkvjnvosenv
lochness.

you say I have the key, that it's all in the turning
I fall asleep the moment your arms find me and clutch tight

you ask me to be a limb, a tail.... anything
Let's talk about what "healthy" means...
I say Wing.
i mean the wind.

This book I'm reading has got me thinking about choices. It's called Medea's Children by Ludmilla Ulitskaya. It's about a woman, a witch wife, and it's about magic. It's about life and patterns and reasons and mostly... truth ( Read more... )

Sean's coloring book lists unicorns as unreal creatures. That's fucked up.

the fact that me not seeing Ana for over a week bothers me bothers me.

u know, for how color-depleted creepy san francisco was, I miss so many people I chanced there ( Read more... )

I just got this comment from Rimas and laughed out loud at his natural amazingness.
I underlined some parts to emphasize their true value of hilarity/is this person real?
To be read in Lithuanian accent:

"dear gala you always look so good in pictures, how do you do that.

i miss you too and all those stories in galway ah those were the times of ( Read more... )