wet flesh translucent back

maybe i'm misunderstanding something as i have a limp horn.

--- écrit le 10 aout 2009 à pintitombi who speaks of a wet-fleshed individual.

in praise of winter walking

on winter walking there exists a perpetually blooming bush deep murky purple flowers en route down church street turn around corner then more down hill walking to exercise track that each time startles always in awe. even now i feel its vibrant nonchalant thereness, a kind of beloved mocking my senses into awareness of acquiesced petals floating abstractions gracing the ground. purple praised up hands against the blue beyond.

it is speaking to me, '"i cannot be denied, come unto me,
you cannot resist my infinity, gaze upon me. i am beauty."
it speaks the truth.
i am humbled to be enraptured so. hallelujah, hallelujah!

--20 july 2009
--2 august 2009

I'm a sea pig.
--16 july 2009

before her leaving

before her leaving, i too could not imagine her not being there. and that was my greatest fear, the imagining the thought of her not being there, the unfathomable fact of how i could would exist without her. my mother was also my bestest friend so that makes the longing deeper. this void has evolved into a bearable unbearableness. life. soulful loving and to be loved as such
is a double-edged sword.

though i have lived to testify that the mind and the spirit are resilient. i have journeyed within descended down the abyss and struggled through and beyond my greatest fear. i have survived.
i remain here. and, paradoxically, i sense that this loss and suffering that i experience is in some mysterious way is a gift.

.....i am floating in a most peculiar way.

i am joyous to know that you and your mom are best friends.
that is a blessing.
grazie for the anche.

bacibisou
--15 july 2009

Will this world remember you

Calliope the Sea Pig is shy, bold,awkward,grostesque,spirited and creative. She loves reading&writing, grasps writing tablets wearing beautiful shoes.

Umheimlich, unknown known