Absinthe tasting
Thursday, April 30th, 2009 Posted in writing | 555 Comments »Thursday. Fully recharged and not sleep deprived. Sober from my sleeplessness. My opinions and my outlook steady and firm. Tonight we are headed to the city for an absinthe tasting party with M and T. We have car service both ...
No Excuses
Thursday, April 30th, 2009 Posted in Poetry | 43 Comments »What does it feel like to wake up, look in the mirror and realize That you've been fighting some sort of clandestine war The lines in your face running deep like canyons Eyes dark and cloudy, swollen from lack of sleep Limbs that ache ...
True Company
Thursday, April 30th, 2009 Posted in Poetry | 3 Comments »Warm, like the summer solstice, melting the icy coldness Your voice speaks of valuable lessons and yet, I am not adrift, my friend... Don't misunderstand my whimsical imaginings My heart has not grown cold to the warmer pleasures Of true company I am swept away, ...
Please
Thursday, April 30th, 2009 Posted in Poetry | 42 Comments »Dimming, falling, closing, screaming, taking this personally It's been a lovely day, everything going my way Pick up the pieces, broken, shattered ego, to think you had me Even for a moment? Pining, begging, wanting, longing? Laughing maniacally, a strange little girl hiding in ...
Siren Song
Wednesday, April 29th, 2009 Posted in Poetry | 40 Comments »Lightning cracks across the sky Sound of splintered wood Pitched and high the Siren's song That rises through the night Delightful music to his ears A synecdoche for fear This siren nymph with voice so clear As he clutches for his fragile life Amidst white-capped waves his vessel ...
Cast the dice
Wednesday, April 29th, 2009 Posted in writing | 42 Comments »Relinquish responsibility. Cast the dice. I cannot control every wisp of emotion, every nuance of every situation nor am I the keeper of other people's happiness. I am feeling slightly burned, slightly destructive, a bit careless. I turn on the ...
Aries
Friday, April 24th, 2009 Posted in Poetry | 73 Comments »This is one of my favorite paintings by Botticelli. It shows Mars, the god of war reclining peacefully. He sleeps wearing nothing but a loin cloth, his weapons and armor discarded. Venus is fully clothed as satyrs playfully run off ...
Feel High
Friday, April 24th, 2009 Posted in writing | 60 Comments »Wish that I could hold on to this feeling, rising inside me sublimely, blissful. I feel high, brilliant, pure light, perfection. Turned on, alive, radiant. I feel as if I am where I need to be and I don't want ...
