December 2011
15 posts
maybe it is a little masterbatory
Maybe it is a little masterbatory, but I’ve never said I’m not a fan of a little self-love. As a writer, or an artist of any kind, how can it not be? Playing with ourselves, seeing our words and pictures on paper and screens, sharing them all-around? I guess that stretches from masturbation to … potential orgy? … when we’re sharing like this. Spreading my writing all...
a little more/here's some more
I am miserable
on fire
I cannot take this mood
or any other mood
there are a million of them a day.
A million point five today.
Maybe.
I humiliate myself
totally uncontrolled by anything.
Why would I think that would be me,
while I don’t feel this typing is me?
Misery.
Heartache.
Please please please don’t give me any god blessed lip service. Please.
My head hurts and I...
mermaid
my devotion to you
takes me to the
depths of my
imagined solitary
ocean,
brings me up for
air & dry sunlight …
… and eventually
shows me that,
in fact, I can
breathe under
water.
* * *
om shanti shanti
my friends ask me, “don’t you want to be in a relationship?” and they mean a different one than the one i have now.
the man i’m involved with is not around all the time, and i’ve been feeling very much longing for him during this time that i’ve been sick, and he’s not been here, is off dealing with his own things.
i’ve said that i’m...
first night of channukah blessing
there is a man who has my attention, and, if i’m being honest, my heart. i don’t question this honesty when i’m feeling wide open. when i’m feeling i oughtn’t, this honesty is relief. is freedom.
highness is also observed.
this afternoon i revived after a morning of so much sadness, lonely heart-broken kind of feelings. and this evening, still, i feel …...
but let the guilt go
Why should we grieve that we have been sleeping? It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been unconscious. We’re groggy, but let the guilt go. Feel the motions of the tenderness around you, The buoyancy. ~Rumi
And maybe that's free.
It reminds me a little bit of when I had shingles. Should I be in my bed? Should I be walking around? Poof. I see no should. A little puff helps express it and relax it.
I’m free.
The body demands rest. The types of ache in the belly are unfamiliar, but they are relatively mild. I get scared. Every time there’s nausea. But the little punches of pain haven’t returned since the...
like a road song
He comes in like a man in a Janis Joplin song
always coming home
eventually
like a road song
like a trucking song
Dallas Alice
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Have a puff and scroll slowly … <3
am i happy?
do i need to be?
I doodled us naked on my bed, his Blackberry across the room, buzzing, his eyes wide open, mind a light. My eyes are closed, with hearts and fluids pouring out of me. His hand is on my foot and his face has freckles but somehow I forgot his body hair. I *must* be tired because that orange hair is the cause of much music. Musing, I thought I was writing. The cause of much musing.
I still draw...