
i used to write poetry all of the time. it’s a rare occasion these days but when i do, it’s because i don’t have a choice – something is going on in my mind or i’m listening to music and … Continue reading
i used to write poetry all of the time. it’s a rare occasion these days but when i do, it’s because i don’t have a choice – something is going on in my mind or i’m listening to music and … Continue reading
Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books, or upon … Continue reading
well, my start date with the airline has been pushed back. not indefinitely, but for at least a few more weeks. after waiting such a long time, a few weeks doesn’t seem like much to fret about… but then again, … Continue reading
today i feasted on banana pancakes, made with love. today i met kit harrington, and perhaps i’m the one that knows nothing. today i committed to a daily routine of familiarising myself with my deck of major and minor arcana. … Continue reading
if i am ever to break my first bone or succumb to some final destination approved death by plummeting through a glass window, today will be that day. on this shifty ladder. over my disgust towards the current drapery. … it’s got to go. _ … Continue reading
beginning with rumi… out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. meet me there. i have been going through my things and making piles of what i don’t need, to be given away or sold. i am … Continue reading
i stumbled upon a blog called ‘the public diary‘ after stumbling upon a photograph being used as the cover of a song by wolf larsen on youtube……and the photographer/writer’s name is stefany alves and her photographs make me feel like … Continue reading
last night’s storm was shattering. windows rattled and rain poured through my open window onto the floor below. i love the sound of water drops tap tapping, and it was too balmy to close the window even if i had … Continue reading
if you happen to glance under my coffee table, you’ll notice this clear, plastic box with a removable tray and multiple compartments. it is ideal for the storage of tiny art supplies or bits of jewelry and baubles. i have filled it with treasure from around the … Continue reading
i haven’t decided if i regret inviting the neighborhood pigeons to feast on my balcony. they came, they conquered, and my bird feeder was violated in such a way that it surely suffers from ptsd. it probably dreams of light sparrow pecks … Continue reading