Thursday, December 23, 2004
Underground Stream
Ili shares her observations and experience re: christmas. and i was going to make another audio blog entry to read the following poem which she reminded me of:
The tears were a relief
A strong breath of air
That came in gasping,
Ran out a scream,
And burst wide open,
Wet and salty
On the cheeks
Of Alive.
but andy called! which means blog buds and droppers in, we are out of here for the next three days. yay
have good ones everybody. peace. love. be careful driving. amen
Who am i, what am i
A picture's worth
moon phases |
I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking
grief to sleep in my arms.
issues
Poetry roll
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