from the very beginning– you’ve shown me the steadfast path– gardens and greenery, selling strawberries by the side of the road i looked to you for all things– the even, steady hand willfully moving forward a shining example of what i could become always taking careful time with me– your pride in my …
all of the songs ever written– they don’t speak of a love like ours– at the base its unquestioned solidity– a dependable knowledge of what is– certain beyond a doubt– nothing meaningless is possible. i revel in it– enjoy its eb and flow make time and space for it to exist but my heart– …
you make me laugh when you call me on things of which i was unaware.
perfecting the art of crazy– pioneering new experience.
i love you, dammit. you self-centered, charming beauty; you’ve got me.
why not just not cry? detaching from the process allows unfolding…
my heart cannot be tempered; though many other parts of me endure.
phenomenal– the moving of emotions with pencil and paper
overrun and overcome by the river of emotion– the soft insistent flow that surges without explanation– a wandering thought gives rise to the butterflies that live inside my stomach and travel through my body (to some places more than others) when you come to mind. moving through carefully placed postures and understood roadblocks– the logic of them unable to assuage the …
I found this photograph a couple of days ago in a drawer by the side of my bed. It’s my sweet little baby girl, about two months before her 2nd birthday. (Right now she’s less than a month from her seventh birthday). This photo was taken in Oakland, CA at my best friend’s home sometime …
the edges of myself 