feb28::: blue

feb27::: how

how can you not
read poetry out loud
it is meant to be said
alone in a quiet place
in a rhythm of your voice
whispered
slowly
to your soul
and reread
over and over
until every word
is
felt

feb26: horns

there is something about horns
watching art form and deliver
its recognized
and makes me move

feb25::: live art

feb24::: where

feb23::: beauty wanting

(old poems plus old pics equal new art)

feb22::: ode to man ray

feb21::: air

sing me a poem
holler me a song
i am tired
of flat words
not deserving the tone they are recited with
i am tired of the stale air

feb20::: untitled

feb19::: when

feb18::: it

how long can a woman go without
iloveus
without
touches
touching
knowing she is wanted
how long can she go unmissed
how long can a woman go unwanted before
she looses the want
for
it
how long can she keep giving
iloveus
touches
missings
cravings
reachings
how long can a woman want before
she gains
it
and not
loose


it


vanishes
somewhere between unspoken words
and unheard needs
somewhere in the air
where
it lived
shared
and then
not


i don't want to feel (it) gone

feb17::: heard.

friends.
tears.
time.
coffee.
laugh attacks.
circles.
phone calls.
messages.
meetings.
good byes.
Today we are closer,
even with nothing much being said,
even with everything being heard.

feb16::: forget

feb15::: forever felt

feb14::: soul overdose

feb13::: miss much

a thought
a sound
a move
a flight
a word
a life
time
a gap
a silence
a tear
a wail
a diss
miss
a me
a you
a her
a him
a them
a birth
a death
a inbetween
a not enough
a too
much
a loss
a time
a date
a forever
a maybe
a never
again

feb12::: bluebird

feb11::: scarred

I am scarred

it is true

I have been beaten up

I have bled

it is not a lie

I have suffered

I have begged

I am damaged

it is still good

I have fought man

I have fought disease

I have fought gods and devils

I have fought battles of births

it is written all over my soul

it is written all over my body

it is true

it is not a lie

it is still good

I forget

I remember

I relive

I trace

I write

I know

I am still

good

feb10::: open soul

have you seen her soul

pour out of her

with every word she wailed

with every crease in her face

the sound touched

me

and instantly watered

me

and it was known

every word

dripped

with thick

sincerity

and I couldn't take it

in

and I couldn't make it

stop

I couldn't deny

soul

singing

poured

heart

feb9::: wing

feb8::: carry me

feb6/7::: bob frida

it was bob marley's bday on sunday...so I reblogged a post of his quote...and monday frida found her way to my attention...

feb5::: girl martinez

one of my oldest closest bestest friends had her baby today...

feb4::: sit listen

i sit here and listen to my heart
as i listen to children chatter
and my body ache from the day
i sit here and listen to this voice that runs through my fingers
and hear the silence between the noise
knowing their meaning carries much weight
i sit
here
where i have written sorrow's story
and found love
where i have spilled tears and shouted in happiness
i sit
here
at a desk
of blood sweat and tears
on a keyboard that has spelled out life
at times
incorrectly
i sit and listen to my heart
type out the prayers recited to myself in the half dark
kinda quiet
soul searching
soul spilling
soul overdosing
pages

do you hear me
do you know
what my heart says

the answers to these prayers

listen
they are in the sitting
in between quiet and noise
in between the space and the word
in between the ex and in hale

they always were


listen

feb3::: posting cards

i have been collecting postcards since i was in high school, it is time to let them loose on the world....with a special touch, of course.

feb2::: snow view

feb1::: moon man