Cups Saucers and Jars

Cups Saucers and Jars

Life is life is life. A challenging beautiful joyous oftentimes cruel brutal mystical thing, overflowing with a melange of emotions simple and complex that exists as is. Cups of hope and sometimes saucers of despair. And faith found in jars with tops on shelves that need to be reached on high ladders taken down unscrewed and opened and held looked inside.

--20 dec 2010 le matin/morning

Alaga Syrup

Hasty compassion rooted in a mind elsewhere. Fried chicken, rice and gravy untouchable tempting the table. Fresh milk of cow on Wisconsin farms drank warm from neglectful hands.
Scars rant. Glimmering branch sprouting void. Plumppest sweet worms grummy mites scurry the unlighted crumbling world beneath sights of wishing grasping helpless moments.
Sounds of love's glance away. Inhaling the power of words to transform heal. Tasting Alaga syrup wseeping Wonder Bread.

--24,31 May 1,2 June 2010

me here And there

There is so much. All this space, this space inside. Unfocused outlines. Visual thoughts that haunting keeping me here. And there.

An orange doric column. A wool dress. Black mane thick standing straight the sidewalk smiling a beauty admired and despised. The concave slope of dense shoulders persisting tforward.

-- le 7, 9 24 avril 2010