I am in here.
The way the clock is always in the same position when you wake however long you’ve slept. The way your head is positioned: you can only see the clock and a window which is also a clock orange and yellow for day and then closed off by the black. Technorati Tags: poetry, poem
I’d apologize for the long silences here in the blog, but they’re not a product of boredom. I seem to have lost my ability (temporarily, I hope) to gather up small bits of items or conversations. I love that about the blogosphere — it’s simply harder to do. I seem to be walking along a … Continue reading Path
It is Monday morning. I am trying to pay attention to this fact because I have gotten way too used to the days running into each other, the way they have been doing since my operation. I will go to the grocery store this morning. It just occurred to me that that’s the perfect way … Continue reading Monday morning, and the use of time
These past few weeks, when I’ve not been dealing with nausea, I’ve had quite the bit of inner peace going. It has just occurred to me, though, that this inner peace could simply be a result of the rearrangement of my guts. I prefer the more spiritual explanation; I don’t know why — I just … Continue reading Inner something
white pebble 