2/15/04
bottles of wine. the past preserved intoxicates
Author: Patti Niehoff
I read and I write and I think. I survive.
Years of Solitude
To the one who sets a second place at the table anyway. To the one at the back of the empty bus. To the ones who name each piece of stained glass projected on a white wall. To anyone convinced that a monologue is a conversation with the past. To the one who loses with … Continue reading Years of Solitude
Like This
(1) Like This (young man in an Asylum) It must be some disease I have To feel so lonely like this, And not for company I see The others like this, like this, It only makes more isolate To see another like this, Oh nobody like this likes this, Or likes another like this. (2) … Continue reading Like This
[haiku]
the man pulling radishes pointed my way with a radish — Issa
white pebble 