Hope is my girl’s name. If I ever have one. Good morning, strange world. Why are you sometimes, like the center of a flower, landing me there – And why are you others Absence, more than presence – Unearthing roots beneath my shoes Showing me?
Tag Archives: prose
Look at the moon!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
You can look at the moon on flat ground or you can look at the moon From under a roof. You can dream about a hot air balloon Or you can be aloof about having once been. You can sit behind a screen Ignore last night’s dream and even lose The words within. [...]
One Day Off
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Special Exits chronicles the final four years in the lives of Lars and Rachel, an elderly couple whiling away their remaining time in their small South Los Angeles home. Clear-eyed and compassionate, profoundly moving yet unsentimental, Special Exits is one of the first graphic novels to tackle head-on the subject of one’s parents’ decline [...]
Wandering off path
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
to what’s meant for me. Because, sometimes, what’s planned… I’ve been reading a blog about the agrarian life and home-schooling children, being self-sufficient growing or making things you need, and going into town to buy supplies for your work. That sounds heavenly, so far away from the now. I can forsake the sea, I [...]
Parables
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The chance, to let ourselves, and others, be This being, of me, in them In this, If that.
